So he stumbles in from outside and I remind him again that he has to start looking for a place to live. There is never a good time to talk to him because he sleeps till 10 and has 1 cup of coffee and starts drinking.
He proceeds to tell me that it is MY fault he stays out all night because he knows that if he comes home he will listen to me b#tch. Really, deflect the blame much butthead. Every single thing that he does, drugs, alcohol, staying out late is my fault according to him. So I say that it must be a relief that he will have his own place soon. Of course with that I am giving up on him, and he believes that God has been sending people in his life lately to show him what he needs to do to gain sobriety, and how messed up it is that I don't have faith in him anymore.
My god the games & manipulations he pulls.
Now my heart is pounding again and that anger is back.