The Day After…

Let me tell you.. Hang on a sec (Dallas rerun just scared the bejeezus out of me)…. ok my bad lol. So I believe we left off with an apology from the partner…well it didn’t last. He had another visit with his brown bottled buddy again… lost his temper got angry at another family member, started threatening him then decided he was moving. He came to our room saying he wanted his laundry because he was leaving and we could just stay here. I will never figure out why he wanted to take dirty laundry instead of clean clothes but I wasn’t going to argue with someone at the bottom of a bottle. So, I made some arrangements to leave and had someone helping me look for somewhere to move. He needs help but he wouldn’t let anyone help. He wouldn’t listen, all he wanted to do was drink and smoke. Well, I went to inform the people we live with that I would be out within 2 weeks and turns out him and his laundry were sitting in the room. I said it anyway. He threw his tantrum after I walked out and I was told by someone else in the house (who isn’t the most reliable source but I know at least part of it was true) that he had said some pretty cruel things about me and my family. And here’s where my temper comes in, yes I have a bad temper too but I can control mine better than him. And yes I smoke too but I almost never drink due to medical issues, but I sent him a text asking him if he said what I was told. I wasn’t going to fight with him without knowing for sure. Of course he says he didn’t say that and then he got very upset. He says if he loses me it will kill him. So I finally put my foot down, I should have done it a long time ago really. I told him that tomorrow I would find him a mental health professional to go see. He’s going to get on whatever medication he needs to calm himself. I also informed him that if I ever catch him taking a drink of any kind of alcohol that I was gone, I was taking the dog (a whole other story I’ll tell ya’ll later), and he would never see us again. Which really hurt him because my daughter has a son who’s going to be 2 this summer. He’s crazy about that baby, we help my daughter with him while she works and we’re all really attached to him. I also told his family to stop buying him beer. He finally cried himself to sleep around 4:30 this morning. Maybe this will be his wake up call…. maybe not. I guess we’ll see. I hope so. He can be a really good guy but the beer changes him and sometimes too much. I told him I won’t do it anymore, I don’t want the baby to grow up around that. Thank you to whoever may be reading this. Just writing it seems to be helping me deal with it all and I love all of you who take the time to read this stuff. Until next time. – Maeve