Like nails on a chalk board
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|Sun, 10-05-2008 - 2:09am|
So I'm in the bedroom right now on my laptop. I'm exhausted because I spent all day deep cleaning the house and doing 4 loads of laundry. DH spent the day studying for school and that's fine. He stayed up until 4am last night drinking and watching movies. I didn't make a fuss, went along with it, and just asked that he not drink tonight. This is one of the only weekend I get off this month and I wanted to spend time together. And while we did watch a movie together last night, it's not very relaxing when he has to pause for a break every 20 minutes because he needs to get more beer/pee/go out to smoke. Plus he woke me up like 3 times last night getting up to go to the bathroom after he went to bed.
The only thing left for me to do tomorrow is mop the kitchen floor. I couldn't do it today because DH's beer cans are all over the floor (we live in MI - bottle deposits). DH had promised earlier in the week he would take them all back yesterday and that never happened. I didn't make a big deal about it, just mentioned it. So he promised he'd take them back today. Never happened.
So like I said, I'm in the bedroom so he could study in the living room. About a half hour ago I hear the pull tab pop on a beer. I got up, went out in the living room, and asked what was going on. DH wouldn't answer me - too engrossed in his video game and avoiding me. I said there were two things he promised me about today. He responded that he was going to take his cans back tomorrow. I said that's what he had told me earlier in the week and yesterday. Then I asked why he was drinking. His answer was simply that it's the weekend. And I know that it probably was not the best time to say it but I said the problem was I am concerned he can't stop himself. To which he got up and went outside to smoke.
*sigh* So I'm back in the bedroom sitting here. And every pop of the pull tab is like fingernails on a chalk board to me. He's difficult enough to communicate with as it is....I really don't know how to get through to him about this.