the third work xmas party over the past fornight (his team's this time).
Last year was awful for him drinking to the point of being embarrassing, making an arse of himself. He told me after the first xmas party that more than one person mentioned the state he was in after last year's, and that gave him pause.
He was doing massively well (I feel so stupid having to use that type of phrase). First party he texted me all evening (used to have a habit of 'becoming uncontactable', or saying he'd be home around a certain time then calling me at that time to say he was staying out 'a bit longer'). Came home verging on drunk but okay, pleasant, had stolen me an ashtray.
Second party he was also great - called to check I was ok with him going out after the main event and when I balked a bit made it clear he appreciated my trusting him and did exactly what he said he would, including sharing a cab back, and kept in touch all the time.
Tonight was the last one and I was feeling good about it. But he missed the first half due to a work crisis and must've tried to 'catch up'. He was home on the dot of midnight, but he can barely stand and there's piss all down the front of his trousers and his eyes aren't focusing properly.
His issues with drinking (and to a lesser extent drugs), nearly broke us and I HATE feeling like a shrill fishwife or his fucking mother. I want to be ok with him going out drinking, I want to trust him.
He's going to say it's no big deal, he came home when he said he would (true), all that. But I am so furious and I am not entirely sure why.
He's sitting on the other sofa now trying to untie his fucking shoes and I fucking HATE him.