My turn

To have a huge rant.

I am so annoyed at DP.
He said he was going to stay at work on Friday to have a beer....ok no worries. Does this every now and again, will have max 2 beers and they all have a roast from the place next door and talk crap for up to 2 hours (6pm)
Get a call at 6.30 to say can you please pick me up when Tyrell goes to bed. I said ok but that is in 2 hours. So he gets a little annoyed and says he will get a lift home. I am like you know what time he goes to bed so you can either wait or get a lift....whatever.

Just after 8 he arrives home, stumbles through the door I think oh yeah he is putting it on which he quite often does to wind me up.
He heads straight to the toilet, so I think ok male worse than a female and can't hold on.
Finally get Tyrell into bed and head to our room where he is paraletic (sp?) with his head down the toilet. He is so drunk he can't move his head to even talk to me.
I am so livered at him. How dare he come home in that sort of state.
We live with his sister and I said to her either you take him to your folks or Tyrell and I will get in the car and drive 2 hours to my parents.
I don't feel I should have to look after him and our son. (who is getting up during the night at the mo)
We couldn't move him so I said to SIL get your dad to come and get him.

BLAH BLAH

His father arrived and we couldn't move him, (whilest his father thinks it is funny...?)
By this stage DP had crawled towards the bed and either passed out or fallen asleep.
I went accross the road and introduced myself to the neighbour and asked him to come and remove my DP.
So between them they got him out to the car, strapped him in and left him again with his head in the bucket.
Our lovely neighbour follwed FIL for 30minutes to their house to help lift DP into house.

I couldn't sleep so when Tyrell got up at 12.30...I was still awake.
I don't know if I am angry or upset at him....maybe both.

So Sat morning Tyrell and I get organised and off to swimming where DP turns up looking a little worse for wear.
We get in the car and he says sorry, I say something along the lines that we wont be around to see it happen again he then says ok I will just get out now then....LOL so I stop the car and tell him to P** off then.

Anyway we talked for a while about how the hell he thinks he can do that to me and his son.
I asked what his folks said, and he said "nothing".
So I said to him "This is all I am going to say and I don't want to hear another word about it, you family may accept it but I will not tolerate it"

We get home form swimming and he had to ring his work....not sure why. He gets called chucky. He finds out the guy that was kind enough to take him home....Dp had been sick all through his car. So I have to ring around and get someone to come along and valet the poor mans car....$100 later!

I said to DP so how do you feel? he says he feels sick, mentally not physically.

I am just annoyed that he could allow himself to get in such a state. We have been together for 11years and I have never ever seen him like that before! not even close to it.

Am I right in being annoyed at him?

Sorry for the rant and thank you if you are still with me.

BTW I went to bed with a migraine last night, Tyrell wakes at 1 so DP gets up to him and leaves me. Tyrell then decides to get up at 5 when DP is due to go to work, I still have a full on migraine so DP ended up being 3 hours late for work as he chose to stay and look after Tyrell so I could have a little more sleep. So maybe Dp is feeling guilty?

He is the sort of person who will have a drink and until he is away from the atmosphere he has no idea where he is at. Do you know what I mean?

So he says he felt fine and then as soon as he sat down it hit him....hard!

He tells me he had to move his car into the locked area of his work, so when he went to unlock the car he couldn't see it....so instead of asking someone to move it less than 100 meters he choose to do it....ARGH!

I don't know why the car thing didn't annoy me as much as the sorry state of him with his head being held up by the toilet seat.
Maybe my thoughts are that if there had of been an accident it would have been him and the building. There was nothing else around. We work at the same building so I went and checked it out.

When we first lived together he wrote himself off a total of 3 times. (I still remember every 1)But nothing like this and it didn't bother me at the time as I felt it was our age and that is what everyone else around us was doing.

I just thought because I am not a drinker then maybe it is just me being a total B