The straw broke the camels back yesterday. I woke at 2am Saturday to find H so inebriated that he couldn't lock the front door. I then woke at 5.00am to find he'd crawled into bed covered in his own urine. The house was trashed with rubbish and alcohol bottles everywhere, there was a brown mark I can only guess to be excremement on the toilet seat, his urine soaked jeans at the bottom of the stairs. To top it off I discovered he'd pissed over my office chair and left a puddle of urine in my office. He denied this was urine suggesting it was a prank and various other excuses.
I've now packed a bag and left. I don't care about the mess. I care that he'd got himself in such a state that he pissed himself and then went onto deny it. Its the urine that had tipped this over the edge!
We are not a couple of teenagers. He is early 50s and I'm mid 40s. No kids between us and none at home.
AIBU with my reaction to leave?
How do you come back from this behaviour? I'm disgusted. The urine is a whole new thing. How do you come back from someone trying so hard to convince you they're right that you begin to doubt yourself despite the evidence