She was drinking. Again. She started to try and pick a fight about my not having cut our son’s hair the night before. I pointed out that I would have except that she jumped in the bathroom and didn’t get out until 9:30 and it would have been after ten before our son’s hair had been cut and him showered and in bed. She shut up for a minute. Then she started telling me that I should just shave his head. She told me to give him a Mohawk and then shave it off later. I said that wasn’t happening and she got bent about that.
When I got to doing the boy’s hair, she staggered up and sat on the can and began criticizing. I asked her nicely, twice, to leave as I don’t work well with someone looking over my shoulder. She told me that we weren’t hair cutters. Then she continued to nag at me about the cut and I told her to leave. She tried to argue and I said I didn’t want her in there while I was doing this, especially not since she was drunk. That put her over the top. She started yelling at me that it had taken me two weeks to cut the boy’s hair. I pointed out that it had been seven years and she was STILL drinking. She stomped off downstairs and didn’t talk to me the rest of the night. In fact, she wouldn’t even look at me. Walked around the edges of the room, with her eyes anywhere but on me. I went to bed and read, and when she finally came to bed, she lay there muttering until she passed out.
Another fine drunken night.
October 27, 2009 at 8:14 am |
I’ve really had a hard time this week. I’ll get to go out on my own next weekend. I don’t want to stress about it, but that’s what I do. Being on my own for 6 hours should be fun, but I’m stressed. I do love your bolg. I know it’s very hard for you. I see you living in my husbands shoes, and I can see the pain. I wish it was easy, and I wish I could help. I’m just doing what I can for me everyday is a hard life. I hope this will be my first, and last rehab/recovery home. When I get emotional with you it’s only, because I’m alone in recovery. My emotions are running wild. I’m a nurse (when sober) I like fixing others. Now I need to fix meself, and I don’t know what to do. Thanks, for the blog! You are a wonderful person to give so freely. I want you to be able to end the blog, and start being a husband again. You shouldn’t be an alcoholics husband. Just Cricky
November 14, 2009 at 10:46 pm |
Happy to hear that you’re making an effort – which is more than many who struggle with alcoholism can say. I wish you “luck” – for you and for everyone who depends on you and loves you.