Fandy, heck no. he is as good as I am, at sticking his head in the sand. He just acted like I was just being moody, venting, and went in his room and shut the door. I talk to the door a lot..
not much different than his hard head, actually.
I do claim him on taxes. I dont wanna live with him, honestly, unless he is declared unable to manage, after extensive testing or something. I thought about it today, and remember him getting up, setting his alarm, getting to work on time, he can do it, he just needs the desperation of having to do it. whether he can quit drinking , is another matter. sigh.
hugs !