I missed my daughter's fifth birthday because I was passed out in my bedroom at 2pm on a Saturday. My wife had the whole thing set up in the backyard. Balloons, cake, those little party hats that kids never actually wear. My daughter kept asking where daddy was and my wife kept saying he's just resting, he's coming. I didn't come. I woke up at 6pm and the decorations were still up and my daughter was asleep and my wife was sitting at the kitchen table not even crying, just looking at nothing. She didn't say a word to me. That was worse than anything she could have said.