Can You Hear Me?

OMG what a week....every time I spoke, hubby didn't comprehend.

I wanted to pull my hair out.


It's like his brain remained on the drink. I would say "I'm at the store" and he would say "when you leave your office....."

Huh?? It was my day off.

So I start s-p-e-a-k-i-n-g
v-e-r-y
d-e-l-i-b-e-r-a-t-e-l-y
and he wants to know what's wrong with me!

Hey, I'm just trying to make sure you hear and understand me.

Seriously, he's not "hearing" me...you know, understanding.

I'm the one with the list of things to do: work, clean, kid to dance, bathe every Sunday, you know, the normal stuff.

On another note, Tom is doing great with AA! He enjoys the meetings and looks forward to going. He doesn't even want to associate with "old" friends and I don't mean the old drunks. I mean his oldest friend from High School who lives near us. He wanted to "get together" because a mutual friend was in town from NY, but we were out of town. When we got back home earlier than expected, I said "hey, call Jim" and he said NO...he didn't want to...he didn't want to be around them (surely he mean the A-hole friend). He knew one of them would be drunk, perpetually and the other tipsy.

Wow.

4 months sober and counting.

It's a good thing!