That Didn't Last Long - Off the Wagon
So, to recap in case you've missed my prev posts: Wife drinks too much, had an 'episode' where she was hallucinating, depressed, etc. I talk to my EAP and email/meet with our priest. Wife snoops thru emails, get PO'd that I went outide our home to discuss things (though that's what priests are there for); and threatens divorce, and says no alcohol whatsoever until the divorce is final.
Since those three weeks ago, she has been distant but with no drinking has been stable in her moods and we've had no issues. Then on Friday she tells me that she's getting a bottle on the way home. All I asked was that she get it before picking up our son.
Night was going along well, though I could see the glassy-eyes starting. She made a comment about something happening at work 3 weeks from now. I said (thank you SR) that we can't worry about that right now, let's enjoy the night and the weekend. Well, well - that started a row! Obviously I have no regard for her feelings, her health, anything about her, that it's all about me! Huh? I thought I was trying to help her live in the moment and not stress about what 'might' happen 3 weeks from now.
Anyway, that turns into several "F-You"s and she hates me, and I'm worthless in my job, and irresponsible about everything, and if it wasn't for our son she would have been gone long ago. And I bunch of other stuff I won't bore you guys with. Everything and anything is all my fault.
Anyway, based on my SR 'training', I did not engage her one bit, and remained calm throughout. This, however, only aggravated her. I ended up going to bed, though didn't sleep well.
Saturday morning she has a lousy headache (I think hangover from not drinking for 3 weeks and then drinking) but she said she doesn't know where the headache came from. She says I'm probably happy that she hurts. Being nice, I get her some aspirin and water.
She is then more kind and sweet to me the rest of the weekend than she has been in some time - I think she feels guilty that she trashed me so badly on Friday, I think she would remember what happened. I was PO'd most of Saturday though that she trashed me pretty bad, and then stomped all over me, but I'm over it.
She drank Saturday, but not Sunday. The weekend went pretty well - after Friday.
We'll see where this goes. I love her, but the rollercoaster ride makes me dizzy.