I ended up leaving work early yesterday because I was so incredibly pissed off at Josh that I couldn’t even see straight. I went home and waited for him. As usual, I abandoned my plan to kick him out. We talked and I explained that what had really pissed me off wasn’t the fact that he did drink, but rather that he had told me he wouldn’t and then he did. I tried getting him to see that it’s a trust issue. I also asked him if there was anything else going on that I needed to know about. He said no. I dropped it. We made up properly and went about our evening.
Around 7:30 he told me that he was feeling pretty stressed out because of some financial issues and would it be ok if he had one beer after I fell asleep. I was very pleased by his willingness to ask me so I agreed that one would be ok, with the usual caveat that this does not turn into an every night thing. He agreed and I went to sleep.
This morning I found the empty can, and was not surprised. What shocked the shit out of me was the flash light on my nightstand – where I’d been hiding the whiskey. The bottle is visibly emptier. Pissed off in action. But wait, it gets better. In the kitchen trash I found TWO empty bottles of whiskey, one of the shooter size and one a pint.
That lousy son of a bitch is hiding it from me STILL.
So far I haven’t talked to him this morning and I’m going to try very hard not to talk to him at all today. I’m so fucking pissed off I know that I would be unable to be civil to him. I’m really thinking this is going to end up being the straw that broke the camel’s back.