This could be a long one but I'll try to keep it short. Background is, I'm a working mum (DD is 4). I'm lucky enough to be able to work part-time but I have a stressful job. We have no family local to us as we live 250 miles away because of DHs job and have done so for almost 10 years. I've never really settled here and would love to move back home but DH is totally against it as his family are too intrusive. So, I've been trying to make the best of it here but struggling to fit in. He works 4 on, 6 off shift patterns so invariably I have DD on my own some weekends and he gets the house all to himself in the week on the days I'm working and DD is in day care. He's a lovely bloke most of the time and does do a fair bit around the house and is great with DD.
However, when he drinks over a certain number of beers, especially in the day, he turns into an abusive and argumentative git. He doesn't in all honesty go out drinking very often but when he does he can't seem stop when he's had enough. Last time he was out, I picked him up and because I made a disapproving face when I saw how bladdered he was, he started screaming abuse at me and continued all the way home and into the house, in front of my DD and my parents who happened to be visiting. Knowing how he gets, I find the best thing is to ignore him and not rise to the bait so I did. He then squirted freezing cold water over me from the bottle he'd just taken out of the fridge before screaming at me to F*ck off back home and then he lumbered off to bed.
Next day he couldn't remember any of it, not even when he fell off a chair holding my DD. When we told him how bad he'd been he swore he'd never drink in the day again.
My beef this week is that I've taken the week off work to spend it together as a family as we don't get to do that too often. He's wanting to go out with the lads on Friday afternoon and can't understand why I'm p*ssed off! I've been on my own with DD, (who's a bit of a handful) for four days and was looking forward to a nice week with him around to help out and now I have the worry of what might happen on Friday if he goes out and does his Dr Jeckyll and Mr Hide act. He thinks I'm being unreasonable for objecting to it, and can't see why I can't move on from the last episode. I'm starting to think that perhaps he's right, but part of me also thinks that if he's insisting on us living miles away from our families, he needs to cut me a bit of slack as well! If it was a day I was working and he was off, I wouldn't mind half as much, (although would dread coming home to god-knows-what).
Am I being unreasonable? Maybe it's just because I'm tired, having been up half the night with DD who's been coughing and spluttering, (so she and I are both frazzled). He's got a knack of making me feel like a rotten spoilsport.