I do want to tell you that I was good, I didnt say one thing to him, I kept my evil thoughts and moods to myself.
My H woke up in the middle of practice, saying oh *****, showed up for the last fifteen minutes of practice, and made his appearance. When we got home he headed to the neighbors to drink away the rest of the evening. I even listened to him when he put his head in my lap and was telling me his woes of sorrow for that day. (after he came home from the neighbors drinking I dont know how many). I was trying to be understanding, I was trying not to think negative, I was trying not to hold resentment, as I put my hand on his back, to pat his back, I was rolling my eyes (he couldnt see), saying to myself, not this again, and wondering how long he was going to carry this on.