He woke up today and had flu-like symptoms. Stayed in bed sleeping until 11:30 a.m., showered and left for work at 1:00 p.m.
As I was sitting in the living room, he asked me what was wrong. As I usually do, I said “nothing”. Because saying nothing is much easier and more pleasant than actually telling him what is indeed wrong.
Like his not feeling good is a direct result, a pattern previewed many times before, of his over indulgence many days in a row starting from last Thursday night. The night he had hard liquor and had WAY too many. And don’t let me forget to mention that it was at a business function in which this took place, with his children present.
The following days, being the weekend, he had more than his self-initiated specified amount of beers. No drinking on Monday night – and wallah: he’s got the withdrawal symptoms I have done much research on.
Upon leaving, of course, he’s got an attitude towards me. Not a surprise. So I told him why I was bothered. And I also mentioned that it really does me no good to bring up what’s the matter if I know how he’s going to respond each and every time.
And of course, he’s going to now blame me for side tracking the path we/he is on. And how good it has been, and why did I have to go and ruin it with bringing something he feels is so unrelated up. Well……the fact is……we have so many problems due to drinking and not being able to communicate. Two things that just happened.