As usual AH was in the bar before I left work.
He told my 13 year old he had to go to the bank and would be right back
That is at 3 p.m. I get home at 6 p.m. and he is still at the bank
He is on a motorcycle, getting bombed at the bar.
Imagine a bar that would keep serving someone that drunk.
We had dinner together, me and my sons, pizza, it was good.
He rolled in at 9:00 p.m., loving everyone.
Told me he loved me for the first time in a very long time.
Started talking about my upcomign HS reunion, one of his bar friends wants to go as this loser was in my class, he is telling me all the plans he has on going with this guy???? How they are going to get drunk and walk in and make fun of people.
great. Guess I won' t be going.
Then he gets a call, he has been home about 3 hours.
Has to go back to the bar.
I tell him he can not take a motor vehichle, car, motorcyle etc.
He tells me there are 2 scenerios.
I drive him, or he takes the bike.
He is going there to confrong someone he spoke to on the phone.
I drop him off and as he approached the biker bar, there are a bunch of winners outside. A girl from the inside sees him and runs out, puts her hand behind his head, and kisses him on the lips, he knows I am there, and I see that, he doesn't even look back.
So now I am back home....DESTROYED.
This really is hell on earth.
Another weekend begins.....
