You guessed it. He drank on Friday.
I tried calling him several times on my way home from work on Friday, but got no answer. When I got home, everything was quiet and no TV (a sign). I walked into the living room and he was passed out on the ottoman. He was really sound asleep. I tried to get close to smell him and yep, it was there. I looked around the rest of the apartment and didn’t see any signs of it, but I was certain after having smelled his breath.
I sat on the chair in front of him for a few minutes, and then tried to gently wake him. I pretended that I hadn’t the faintest idea as to what was going on. He got up and brushed his teeth and we went and had dinner; we’d had plans to cook but it was getting close to 8 and I was just tired.
He was fine during dinner. He ordered coffee and water but didn’t eat much. We went home and in short order he got irritated that there was nothing to watch on TV, so he went to the bedroom. I played a computer game for another couple of hours then went to bed. I woke up around 7:30 with a pounding migraine. It was one of the worst in a long, long time. He actually got up around the same time as I did and he was fine the rest of the weekend.
The question now is, what do I do? This is totally unacceptable to me. Even though he doesn’t “act up”, I still am not OK with it. Also, there will come a day when he doesn’t want to stop and I will be back in the same boat I was 6 months ago. I cannot stand him when he’s drunk. He is an ugly person. I can’t put up with it anymore!
I want to say something so badly, however, I still have that bad thinking in me that it will set him off, or upset him. The real reaction to this should be, “Who the hell cares!?” but when you are IN it, surrounded by all this insanity, you don’t want to rock the boat.
I can’t face another Friday with fear, though. I am going to have to do something this week. I’ve had enough of his shit.
The Alcoholic Marriage 