Hate that I am judging...
Today is day 6 for me and I am having a hard time not judging DH as I watch him get drunk in front of me. He had 2 beers at lunch and is just finishing the 6 pack he got from the store. He's starting to slur, something I have always hated hearing, even when we drank together (since my tolerance was higher than his, he was always drunker, faster than me.)
I know I have no right to be doing this and I am sure he has hated coming home to my drunk butt for the last few months. This is going to be the hard part, it seems and I am just hoping it doesn't tear us apart. Can anyone relate? I wish I had compassion right now but I don't. I feel awful for thinking like this about him.