to be worried sick about DH very drunk in London...

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DH is in London on business, he usually goes every other week and has a social night out - all fine but I have just spoken to him and he can bearley speak and is 'trying' to get back to his hotel. I am so worried I feel physically ill.

dh's always seem to be able to get themselves back safely despite being bladdered.... My dh went to the blur gig and was so far gone he was gabbling about sleeping in hyde park... Eventually after about 2 hours he made it to our hotel, the victoria plaza, no idea hiw but he did... it is a worry though and i feel for you, they don't learn.... Teenagers at heart even in their 30's and 40's...

storm in a teacup

all's well that ends well

until the next time, OP ?

you need to sort this out, or stop getting so involved in his fuckwittery when you are so powerless to do anything about it

Aw... glad he's home safe. Well, hotel safe.

If it's any consolation, my dp went to his Xmas party last year and got royally cunted- so much so that the first I heard from him was a call from the taxi driver at 4 in the morning; apparently dp had forgotten where he lived, got into a taxi, rung me and passed out on the back seat. I had to give the driver directions.

When he arrived home, he didn't recognise me and wanted to know what I was doing in his house. He then proceeded to pass out again.

All worth it to see him try and function as a human being the next day

actually she doesn't need to sort out anything

he is the adult.and as long as he is allowed to slip into and retain drunkard fuckwits role he will continue to do it,and absolve all responsibility

so op

no angst hand-wringing next time he bladdered
so shouty recrimination when he gets home
put the responsibility firmly back to him,not you

that's what I meant, sm

Reminds me of a time we got a black cab home from a Christmas party. DH was so drunk he kept shouting at the cab driver saying he was driving the wrong way. He kept insisting on giving our old address and getting really arsey about it. We finally got home. Cab driver had to help carry him in. He passed out in the hall. After ramming his legs with the front door I managed to shut it and let him sleep there.

He woke up very cold! I was nice and put a blanket on him though.