In spite of having to get up and travel the next morning, my wife came home drunk. Then she got mad at me for wanting to leave early the next morning, like it was some big surprise. Then she started trying to fight with me about missing her mother-daughter moment the night before. I had to point out that she could have been there if only she had been sober. She started to get madder at me, and I whipped out what was left of the pint she was working on and told her that was the problem right there and tossed the bottle in the basement deep sink. (unfortunately, it didn’t break and I forgot to empty it – she didn’t forget however.) Then I worked on packing for our trip up to see my sister and mother and my wife picked at everything I tried to do and argued with me over how I was packing, what I packed it in, and it was all pointless and stupid and she wouldn’t have said any of it if she weren’t drunk.
At this point I decided to go put the kids to bed and read to them for a bit. When I got back downstairs, she was in bed. I tried to read and she started to bitch at me. I told her I needed to read a little to make me sleepy and she said “Why don’t we just fuck?” I’ll admit, I did it, even though I had to get up early the next morning and wasn’t really ‘in the mood’ after stupid pointless squabbling with her for several hours prior to bedtime.
