Our first Christmas on our own. Bucks fizz for breakfast, then he's pouring wine faster than I can drink it (and I like a drink).
By the time dinner is ready he's away with the fairies and barely ate anything. I told him to fuck off to bed as he was off his face, now he's asleep and I'm downstairs on my own.
I love him dearly, but I hate it when he drinks because he changes from the smart guy I married to an idiot. He's a happy drunk, but that's almost irrelevant because he's still a drunk.
I'm not sure what to do. I'm so disappointed in him.