"I think you are still drunk. Did you wake up and drink more alcohol since you have proved yourself to be a helpless alcoholic," I asked him brusquely. "I expected better from you with the reputation of greatness you showed the world when you are nothing but an alcoholic beneath it all."
At that point, I did not care if what I was saying made sense or was reasonably connected to the situation or the truth, I just knew I had to say something to hurt him as much as he hurt me and enough to make him angry enough to leave me be.
"I don't care what you call me. I want you to regain your memory and although you might be angry with me when you do, I know you should regain your memory than live the life that your family planned for you without having thoughts of your own," he said.