Not RTFT, but I thought I'd tell you a little story that might make you feel a bit better.
Last year NYE we went to a party at our next door neighbours house. I was 8 months pregnant so wasn't drinking. He got there later than everyone else as was working so started playing catch up immediately on arriving. In his single days he was a big drinker, going out 3-4 nights a week. Now he hardly ever goes out, but trouble is when he does he thinks he can still drink the same way, when obviously his tolerance has lowered.
The kids were with us who were 3 and 6 at the time. They both made it until midnight which they'd never done before, but there were loads of other kids there so I guess they kept them going. The 3 year old fell asleep in her Daddy's arms at 12:30pm. I said I was ready for my bed too so if he just carried her home and popped her in bed for me I'd go home with her. Which he did. Our 6 year old was still tearing around like a mad thing so I said for him to stay at the party with her and just come home when she got tired.
When he left me he was ABSOLUTELY fine. I went to bed, went to sleep, no probs.
3am. It sounds like someone is trying to hammer down my front door - he had keys. I answer it to find him at the door in a state like I've never seen him before ever (we've been together 9 years). He couldn't stand, couldn't string a sentence together . . . and he did not have our 6 year old! I said 'Where's DD?!' to which he slurred 'She's next door I'll go and get her' . . . which he was in no fit state to do so I said . . . 'You bloody won't!' And stormed upstairs to put some clothes on. Half way up the stairs I hear this almight crash and he has fallen backwards through our front door and is laying on his back in the hallway . . . I just left him there. Came back down dressed to find him laying on his side in our driveway where he'd clearly fallen as he'd knocked over all my plant pots. I just stepped over him and went next door to get my baby.
Get next door and there are some other friends staying over on an airbed in the living room. My DD is topping and tailing with their DD, fast asleep and tucked up on the sofa. Assured by friends she's absolutely fine and they don't mind watching her - at 8 months pregnant I clearly couldn't carry her. So I thanked them very much and said I'd be back for her first thing.
Went home to find he'd managed to get himself halfway up the stairs then passed out. Again I left him there (I would usually try and get him in to bed to prevent the DC's from seeing him like that, but I was past caring even at that level at that point).
To add insult to injury, New Years Day we were supposed to be driving 5 hours to Scotland to see my brother who had been in a terrible car accident the month before and was still in hospital. He was supposed to be driving and we were supposed to be leaving at 8am. So I'm also stressing he's going to be in no fit state for this. But decide best thing is for me to get some sleep, so go back to bed.
I wake at 8am, DD2 is still sleeping. He has managed to climb into bed at some point. I go next door, get DD1 who had just woken, thank our friends again. Go home, get the kids bathed and dressed, take him a bowl of porridge and a strong coffee (not that he deserved it, but I needed to get to Scotland!) and shout at him to get up and sort himself out because we're going to Scotland. Load the car up all by myself. Kids playing happily in the living room and ready to go. I go upstairs to get myself ready, he's still snoring, porridge and coffee untouched. Shout at him again . . . HE SHOUTS BACK!! (Are you fricking kidding me?!) I was just going to go without him, telling myself I could totally do it. But last minute had a wobble, so went into the bedroom crying and clutching my pregnancy notes saying 'Are you really going to let me drive to Scotland at 36 weeks pregnant with 2 kids all by myself?'. He leaps out of bed 'No! Of course not!' Cuddles and apologies . . . absolutely NO memory of shouting at me.
He got ready quickly then tried to get in the drivers side . . . I was like 'ER!!! No! I'll drive until I'm satisfied you're sober enough!' And he sheepishly gets in the passenger side. I drove for 3 hours, then we stopped for a Burger King. He said he felt fine and drove the rest of the way.
Anyway, sorry for the long story, but the moral is OP . . . I have NEVER hated my DH more than I did that day! I was so ready to LTB . . . but here we are a year later and the story actually makes me laugh! Needless to say I made him suffer enough that he's never done it again! 