My husband managed to get very drunk on the beer left from the Independence Day festivities. I didn't realize it till he came over to check on me hitching up the trailer. I get so angry when he does this, cause he just "goes away", and you can't tell him anything, or expect him to make any sense, if you try to talk to him. I need him to be here for me, but he's too busy feeling sorry for himself, at the bottom of a bottle, to be any help or support for me right now, and that really hurts. I can't seem to talk to him about it, he just shuts me out, so I'm going to write about it here, cause he sometimes reads this.
I asked him if he was going to get drunk every night until the beer was gone. At first I think he didn't believe what I had said. When I repeated the question, he said NO!, but that remains to be seen. At least he is home, and not driving 30 miles in the dark, drunk.
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- periodwarhorse
- 55 years young, married 35 years to same man, 3 children, 2 married, 1 grandson. 8 horses.
1 comment:
I can sympathize. I hate it when L gets drunk. He's just not L, you know? It's like this stranger is standing in front of me, a stranger that I have to walk around behind to pick stuff up and babysit to make sure he doesn't do something stupid, a stranger who I can't count on to help me or listen to me or anything. Luckily it's an infrequent thing.
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