UPDATE: I walked out on them
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|Mon, 09-06-2010 - 7:18am|
After finding my husband passed out on the couch in the wee hours after binge drinking or whatever with DSS last night ("I'm sorrry" he pleaded before he went back under) - and after one more disrespectful interaction with DSS where he made a big stink because I ate 3 hamburgers and he could only find two left in the fridge--and he barely stopped short of calling me "FATSO" in front of a house full of company, and after finding a pool of urine on the toilet seat that the boy apparently has never been taught to pick up before he pees, I packed my bags and drove to our other apartment.
The ultimatum will come when my husband wakes up and finds my wedding and engagement ring on the counter and realizes that I'm gone. It will be:
A - I'm staying in the other home when stepson comes for an overnight (we have 2 homes and I refuse to be abused by the boy).
B - My husband will relinquish his marijuana to me and I will destroy it along with all his paraphanalia.
C - My husband will never ever touch another drop of alcohol - no beer, no wine - NOTHING - ever again.
If he can't adhere to those conditions, I'm going to go back to my parent's home halfway across the country and I'll have him move my stuff back somewhere when I get settled. No pissing contests. No "I'm sorry's." My way or the highway.