I wish I was enough

I wish I was enough for you. Tonight you asked if we had plans. My plans were to be with you. You told me that you wanted to drink and that sitting at the house doing nothing wasn't fun to you. Why is it for me? Being with you is fun enough for me. The tension built so you passed the liquor store, but your mad. So mad in fact you won't talk to me and you are in bed at 930. Do you not like my company sober? I'm not the bottle and I don't make you drunk. I'm not enough for you? I hope this changes because my "half full" cup is starting to empty. I heart is breaking and my patience is thinning.