Wow, so saying:
Husband and I had a lovely day together, just had dinner together, while we talked about different projects, our plans for the weekend.
Then as we were doing the washing up, he said, "I think I'm ready to go back to testing alcohol--trying to drink a little again."
I froze in place. He went on, "It's been two months, quite long enough!" And when I didn't respond he turned around to me and said, "Hey, I'm not trying to be mean. Have you looked into that al-anon thing?"
I really couldn't speak, I just said, "I don't know if I can really talk about it," and I went back up to my study.
He just left for his choir practice without saying goodbye (which we never do).
I'm at a complete loss.