My daughter’s Christmas concert. Another time for my wife to show up reeking of vodka, babbling drunkenly and trying to publically pick fights with me. Another joyous child’s event ruined by rotgut vodka.
She didn’t eat dinner, so she was drinking on an empty stomach. She reeked of vodka. She kept demanding that I run up during the concert to take pictures of our daughter, even though they were setting asided time after each group performed for people to come up and take pictures. We argued about that. One of the people she was talking to told me to “rein in my wife.” I think he was joking, but…
After our daughter performed, I went up and took pictures. Our son came with me, but my wife remained at our seat in the back of the auditorium. The concert was over and I motioned to my wife to meet us at the car. She nodded and waved, so I took the kids out the back, which was the way we came in and closer to our car. No wife. I waited a few minutes and figured she might be waiting for us somewhere, stewing or fretfull. So I locked the kids in the car and went to find her. I made a sweep of the auditorium, but no sign of herr, so I went back to the car. She was there and pissed. Said she hadn’t seen my signal, claimed she “couldn’t see anything.” (okay, not when she is drinking.) Wanted to fight with me then and ther. I just said, ‘Look we are all here safe and sound. No harm no foul, so just drop it. Let it go.” I drove back to the house.
Then she demanded that I record Top CHef, even though we were sitting down to watch it. I told her it didn’t make much sense but she insisted. I didn’t see any harm and figure it would be easier then arguing with her, so I did it. About half way through the show, she looks at me and goes, “What are you recording?” I told her and she wanted to fight about that. I just told her that she had insisted and I knew it wouldn’t hurt anything so why argue about it. She dropped it, because even she could see it was just going to make her look stupid.
Then she was mean to our son. He was getting scared at the prospect of going to bed and I was going to let him sleep downstairs another night or two so he could break the cycle of nightmares. She insisted that he sleep upstairs, so up he went. He fell out of bed and bashed his head. She still wouldn’t let him downstairs, but I fianlly did. I got a few dirty looks, but the hell with it. If I didn’t let him sleep downstairs, he would have come down in the middle of the night and really messed up my sleep, so I just decided to get a whole nights sleep on the couch rather then get woken up and killing my night.
