I Lost It
Hi,
Tonite AH comes home from our GP (dr.) drunk. Went because he has pinkeye. But he was thilled. AH has "signficant liver disease" according to his liver specialist and only 5 years left to live, but tonite our GP told him he could party his a** off till January and quit then!!!! Told him it won't kill him, and he may not even need a liver biopsy. AH is thrilled - he has a license to drink (even though liver specialist told him he'd be dead in less than 5 years if he didn't stop). Anyway, I suddenly got soooooo mad!!!! I told him to cancel his liver dr. appointment on 12/20, party his drunk a** off and hope for the best. He's in that mode where he sits and stares at me, a very antagonistical mode. I asked him to get something from the car - did he? No. I went and got it, he said "I'll get it" yeah, when? He had to go pick up his eye drops, but while he's sitting in a drunken stooper in the chair, I said "don't you have to get your drops?" He's like "I will", well WHEN????? Then I told him when he gets home from getting them, to get his drunk a** upstairs. Now he's all pissed, blames me for ruining his night, he was in a good mood that the dr. said he could drink and all, and I had to go and ruin it. I know I'm not to blame, totally been there, done that, but I'm mad at myself for losing it. I was doing so good too. And I guess I'm just in a bad mood because my sister lied to me big time about something, and tonite is my office holiday party, which I didn't go to because spouses were invited and last year he embarassed me to much, I couldn't do it again this year, and having to answer to everyone on why he wasn't with me if I did go, and I probably will miss a good time. I'm tired of all this crap right now. Thanks for listening.
QT