Uuuuugggggghhhhhh.

I'm hungover.   SO begs me to get drunk all the time ("I'll get up with the baby all night and in the morning, you can sleep 'til whenever you want to, blah blah blah.") and I don't usually. I have a drink here and there but it's been a really long time since I was drunk. Last night, I was slamming beers down like they were water and it definitely did the trick, I may or may not have had a glass of Hypnotiq... yum. I know I poured one but I can't remember how much of it I drank.

Anyway, I went to sleep at about 1 AM after some crazy good sexy time and SO proceeded to wake me up at 2, 4, 6, 6:30 and finally 8:30. Every single time... he was screaming at me. You don't scream at drunk people and you don't scream at people with hangovers. Especially when you begged them to get drunk.

And now he's laying in the bedroom pouting, telling me that it took him 5 hours to get the baby to sleep. Hmm... 1 AM, 2 AM, 3 AM... I got up and put him to sleep at 4... that's three hours... definitely not 5. And when I got up at 4, he said he'd been trying for four hours. Later today, it'll be 10 hours.

I'm so irritated. More like pissed. I just need a fucking break but it's never going to happen. He promises breaks all the time - a couple hours here, a day there - and then he starts bullshit fights instead. Wtf. No fair.

lol
sorry

That's why we only get drunk when we have a babysitter.

haha that sucks. i'm glad my husband doesnt drink

The best cure for a hangover is a powerade and something greasy like a mcdonalds cheeseburger

Well, I think we've broken up so I guess none of this matters anymore.

why?  

'Cause he's an idiot. I reminded him of the promise we made the other day: when we have an issue with each other, we'll come right out and say it instead of holding it inside to let it grow and expand and become some big ugly thing. So I calmly and rationally told him that I didn't appreciate being screamed at and in return, I got a "Fuck it, we're done, we're over."   So, later, I was laying on the couch with the baby and he come out of the bedroom all dressed, looks for his glasses and leaves.

A while later, he came back and told me he just went to get cigarettes (he was gone for way longer than it takes to walk across the street and buy cigarettes). I told him he's full of shit, we fought some more.

Now we're... together but not. Our relationship is on probation. I can't take this shit anymore so I'm not going to. If this happens again (this has to be the 5'th time he's walked out on my since my birthday 10/15), I'm done. I'm taking his keys, he can take all his stuff and I'm just done.