This....
I never knew what exactly I was going home to, and I was the one person who did NOT actually want to leave work to go home
This....
He used to call me to see when I was coming home - not because he missed me, but I know it's because he was figuring out how much time he had to drink or go get more booze before I came home.
This....
Now I have grown to hate weekends because I'm never quite sure what they will bring either.
And this....
Mondays are dreadful as well because I've had to pretty much lie about many a weekend since I really don't feel like sharing how much it sucks to be living with an AH.
It's feckin exhausting...... Even though in my head I am pretty much separated in all bar "accommodation" from AH, I still have all this. Why on earth I am still allowing it to continue is beyond me.