Ok, the pissed off has pretty well left my system. Now for a real update about what happened over the weekend…
I had Friday off work. I got up and started getting things done. I went and got my haircut, went to the bank, ordered the yarn for Hanne, and got laundry done. At lunch Josh mentioned that he might leave work early to come be with me. I said that was fine, I’d enjoy the company. And then he changed his mind. Queue a fight. I cancelled my PT appointment because I was so upset.
He came home at normal time and we discussed what had happened. We made up like always and went to dinner. The food was pretty good but the service was not so great. Anyway, we went home and watched “Take Me Home Tonight” on Netflix. Cute movie. He drank his beers and we passed out pretty late.
Saturday morning I wanted him to get up with me and start doing some stuff. He was being stubborn. I went and took a shower and got ready to go do my own thing. While I was in the shower he finally got up. When I was done, he got in the shower. That really pissed me off. We always take showers together on the weekend. Anyway, after we got that issue sorted out we went and had breakfast and started shopping. He needed new clothes for work and he wanted to get me something for my birthday.
We got the clothes, ran everything home, grabbed a quick lunch, and went to pick the kid up from her birthday party. After that he dropped us girls at the nail salon and we got pedicures for our birthdays. Then we went to have dinner with everyone. We both started having the beer then. I had one and a half, he had 4 and a half. After everyone had left he started in on the whiskey. Not sure when he finally passed out.
Sunday morning I wanted him to get up and help me take care of the kid but again he was being stubborn. I had to run to the store to get more milk because we were out. I did that and he still didn’t want to get up so I gave up. I think we finally managed to get things straightened out by around 11. The kid and I did some craft stuff to pass the time and then he took her home.
Last night after dinner I thought everything was fine. We laid down to watch tv and I fell asleep. I woke up around 10 to the sound of a beer bottle being opened. I slept really poorly the rest of the night. This morning I found 3 empty beer bottles in the trash and a cup on his dresser that obviously had whiskey in it. So of course I confronted him.
When he called this morning I told him that I don’t want to see him end up sick again. He said what he always says, “don’t worry, I’ll be fine.” Yeah, tell me another one. I emphasized again that I don’t expect him to quit drinking entirely but that I want the weekends to stop being a fucking binge-fest. He agreed that it’s bad to drink several nights in a row and said it won’t happen again.
I hid the fucking whiskey and there’s only 2 beers left. See if you can get drunk on that, asshole.
My mood was pretty interesting over the weekend. When things between us were good, it was great. When we were fighting, it was terrible. And that always seems to be the way it is with us. Life is either grand, or absolute rubbish. I’m tired of it. I want things to be NORMAL and stay NORMAL for more than a few hours at a time.
So, I’m throwing myself a tiny birthday party. I’ve invited my besties – Gemma and her hubby and my old friend Frannie. Josh invited his friend Jeremy. I’m going to make shishkabobs and rice and then creme brulee for dessert. If Josh wants to drink on Saturday, that’s fine – he is NOT also going to drink on Friday.
I hid the fucking whiskey because I’d like to be able to do a little toast at my party. I feel 100% justified in doing this.