It seems it does tonight…
I haven’t written about my ‘intimate’ life on this blog
before but I feel the need to do so now.
A few weeks ago, prior to our holiday, we went to celebrate
the birthday and also housewarming of a lovely French friend. Himself imbibed
too much and almost fell asleep at the table. I thought we should leave and go home,
how we made it into our door I don’t know – he could barely keep the car on the
road and French roads being what they are, we went the very rural route, I clung
to the seat as we swerved through the lanes. Fortunately we got home unscathed.
He did not remember any of it the next day.
Last week we celebrated another friend’s birthday. By 9pm he
was ready to leave, dozing at the table, again. We left and just made it home,
no shortcuts this time. Thank heavens the gendarmes were not around, he would
have lost his licence.
Tonight, we were supposed to be at another French friend’s,
for the evening, again celebrating a birthday.
He had forgotten to tell me so
it was not pencilled in. (grrr)
He was bemoaning about missing this event and I said “At
least I won’t be driven home by a drunk tonight”.
Ooops, you could have
cut the atmosphere with a knife.
Truth hurts…. He did not like what I said – he didn’t have
an answer and has gone to bed slamming the (his) door.
He has a drink problem and won't acknowledge it. I live with him, I don’t have to
but I do.
We sleep in separate rooms as his nocturnal 'behaviour' disturbs me too much, he does not snore, he just shouts and sometimes screams in his sleeps. His conversations, well one side of, are amazing but I cannot stand being woken three or four times a night and having to listen. He also kicks and punches so I am best out of the way. As far as he is concerned he has had a good nights sleep. He is obviously disturbed about something or maybe his medication has a play in this. .
Maybe things will change.
