Spent the whole evening and night wondering where my husband was. My oldest son found him at the bar. Completely wasted. He even threatened my son with a pool cue to shut up when he told his dad that he was leaving and that he was not doing anymore shots. Good thing my son stood up to him and grabbed the cue stick and said we are leaving now. He has been passed out in the truck for hours with my youngest son asking if his dad was still out there and okay. This is complete lunacy. Funny how I could tell this morning something was brewing and asked him to take an antibuse pill. He wouldn't, because it makes his stomach hurt. I guess this really isn't going to get better.
I wasn't going to go looking for him yet again and let him live with whatever consequences. Is that horrible? Well get up in the morning and not speak about it and act like it never happened-again.