Quack and vent
I know now why I've had that "something bad is going to happen" feeling.
You know that time in between the bad times? When they are semi-controlling themselves, it's "tolerable", maybe even good?
It never stays that way. For abf he slowly turns on me, picks arguments. Then after a few days or a week of doing so he will come home with a bottle of whiskey and tell me it's to "put up" with me.
We just had an augment that I'm not sure exactly how it happened. First he tried to tell me my drinking coffee throughout the day is just as bad as his drinking alcohol. Then about ten minutes later we were in bed and he was talk g about how his parents never taught him about money. I said mine didn't ether, I had to teach myself. Then we got into it and he said how could I say that about his father blah blah quack. I never said anything about his dad, who picks up the slack for abf.
So I'm expecting Thursday or Friday to be the bottle in hand night. I'm sleeping on the sofa tonight. Apparently I'm a "dumbass ****** who had her head stuck up her ass." Excuse the language!
Sorry for the vent! Just so ready to be done with this nonsense!