The weekend has been up and down so far. H was at the bar when I drove home. I went right on by. Went home, had a good cry, took some tylenol for my headache and took a nap. At 8:00 fixed something to eat and then I went out to treat my hot tub.
H drove in then and had brought home dinner for both of us. I ate a small bit of it and we talked about Saturday was the day of his golf league end of year outing. He left about 10:30, but we had a good morning before, with lots of good convo and plans for Saturday night and Sunday.
He said that it was the first Lions NFL game that evening, and that he wanted to come home and watch the game with me. He asked me to fix a light dessert that we would share together, and told me to go ahead and eat dinner w/o him since they would eat at the banqquet.
I looked foward to the evning all day. (I know my mistake, having expectations...especially when I knew he would be with his friends and drinking.)
Guess what? The game started....H did not come home. He did not call. I started to record it for him, and went upstairs to the bedroom to watch the baseball game. 2 hours later he came home.
I guess I should have expected it. He was drunk. Made light of the fact that he had made any plan with me and stated that he didn't want to be the only guy at the table to get up and have to call his wife and say he was going to be late.
He said that was the problem with out marriage. That I expect him to be and do what he says he is going to. Brother!
Then he told me there was a guy out there somewhere that was better suited for me, and that he wouldn't be my H for long.
I went to bed and he slept on the couch.
I brought him coffee this morning. He is alive, but not moving much. I suspect he has the hangover from hell. Great. Another fun weekend for us.
What a waste of life.
Last edited by 1hope; 08/24/0812:35 PM.
Most of us are about as happy as we make up our minds to be.
