Finally got into the bank account and I was right – he went to the gas station and got a bottle of whiskey. I tried to confront him but he was so fucking drunk that it was pointless. He’s still sleeping it off.
I really don’t know what to do. I’m totally sick and fucking tired of dealing with this bullshit. I want it to stop, NOW. I just don’t know how to get through to him that I’ve more than reached my limit of bullshit.
The only decent thing to come out of this whole mess is that I was able to start my aunt’s sock yesterday and I’ve already turned the heel.