My little “vacation” is over. I am at job #1 today and was away from my desk for about one minute and during that time, he called and left a message. He said that they had discharged him but that he would spend the day there until I was finished working to come get him. Or, he might ask one of this friends to pick him up and take him to their home meeting.
I don’t know how I feel yet. I didn’t get home till around 9 last night…long story. In the bathroom, he had overturned a full wastebasket looking for cigarette butts to smoke. I had to clean that up. In the living room, there were numerous cans and 40 oz bottles to pick up, and his makeshift ashtray (nut can) had somehow been overturned and there was a large pile of ash and butts to clean up. The couch and chairs were all messed up with the pillows strewn about. Oh, and the poor cats were upset. Things had been knocked off of the kitchen counter as well as a lamp from my mantle (they don’t normally cause ruckus because they’re all older cats). I’m particularly upset about that one, because I don’t know if I can replace that lamp, and I like it a lot. So, I vacuumed and threw some things out. I cleaned up the trash on my hands and knees in the bathroom. Near the ashtray spill there was a beer spill and it seems sticky/crusty and has stained the carpet. More work.
My bedroom is another story. I cannot sleep in my bed because of the mess he has made of that room. There is a path, through cans and bottles to my vanity where I do my makeup every morning, but other than that, I refuse to go into that room. It smells. The bed just has trash and clothes piled up on it (he likes to eat in bed). We do keep a lot of extra things in there because we have limited space where we live, but I had things mostly boxed up and put as far away as possible. He just keeps accumulating junk and clothes he’ll never wear and it all goes into the bedroom. Forks and glasses and God knows what else is left in there by him. I have cleaned it before but he just does the same thing. Well I have decided I am going to put my foot down this time about his messes. I am not a slob and I don’t like living as one. I could potentially store things in containers underneath my bed, but every square inch of space under the bed has been taken over by boxes of beer cans and bottles. He used to “hide” them from me under the bed, but now there is no space left.
I need to give him an ultimatum. I hate living in his messes. He is home over half of the day and two days a week he has no classes and could do something. He is just lazy and used to being spoiled and I’m so sick of it.
I am not looking forward to him coming home. He will expect to be babied and felt sorry for and I’m just not in the mood. I do much better when I’m by myself.
The Alcoholic Marriage 