Last night, he had a beer in his hand before I even saw him come in the door. He genuinely wanted to spend time with us & was being sweet. But by this point I see the beer & I just want to scream (but I don't). He hid out on the back porch most of the night drinking. I think he must have our neighbor making late night beer runs when he runs out which is embarrassing. When he finally did come in, it was all about him wanting some "loving". I used to give in thinking just get it over with & save the fight. But as past experiences have taught me, sex with a drunk isn't always enjoyable. Also, as he's drinking more his performance is suffering which is frustrating. So last night, I said no. He started texting me about how he was tired of trying to love on me, what's really going on, etc... I told him "I hate the drinking" he responded whatever, another night of misery. Enjoy!!!