Tonight D18 and I met H for dinner. He had some beer but not as much as usual. He may have stopped somewhere on the way home. I don't know. He was driving us all home. There were 3 turns to get back to the apartment. When he was about to pass the first one I said "you need to turn here." He said NO I DON't! D18 said yes you do. He turned. We got to the next turn and I mentioned this was our turn. He turned. We got to the next one and I said you missed the turn. He said no I didn't. Then he proceeded to rant at me in front of D18 that "why does it matter anyway. You only care because it's not YOUR way! this way is better." and he went the long way around to our apartment.
He had been in a good mood and turned on me instantly. Now, I've always had to give him directions when we are going places because he never knows his way around. It's always been a joke between us. I don't do it to be a know-it-all. I usually will just gesture with my hand when we come up on a turn and he'll turn. He has actually, many times, turned the wrong way leaving our subdivision. It's just the way he is.
I guess now it's become another "control" issue. I assume in the future the best route will be to let him pass our turns and let him drive on for a while and figure out he's messed up. Then I'll probably hear that I should have said something.
Anyway, it was humiliating. I was furious, but bit my tongue rather than get into it because it is a total waste of time. He NEVER apologises. Then he comes in and gets a beer out of the fridge that S23 has had in there for weeks. Hides it beside his chair at the computer and drinks it. You see, he had told me several days ago that he would NEVER drink at home again. It was a commitment he had made to himself.
He's even lying to himself now.
D18 whispered to me after we got out of the car "He talks to you like you're a kid."
I'm going to end up hating him, I'm afraid. I really am. It goes against everything I believe. I can't stand the sight of him and I "act as if" all the time when he's around and I don't want to anymore.
I'm sick of him. (What I really want to say is "I hate him.")
Pray for me Brue. . .
"Tell me what you plan to do with your one wild and precious life." Mary Oliver
