Sorry that this will be long...
DP and I have been together 3 years. We have a 1.5 year old DD. The pregnancy wasn't planned but we adore her and are grateful to have her.
For the most part, DP is a good partner. He provides for is financially, does his share of the childcare, cooking, cleaning etc.
BUT he is a disaster when he goes out drinking.
He disappeared until 5am when I was 38 weeks pg. I found him asleep on the doorstep with torn clothes. He has no idea where he was.
There was the time when he left the front door wide open and passed out on the floor.
Or when we missed his friends birthday lunch as he was too busy throwing up having had a heavy night beforehand.
Then last night he went out with his boss (who is known to be a big drinker). I told him to remember that he was looking after DD all day today (I work every Saturday).
He rolled in at 1am completely drunk. He vomited on the front door and all over the carpet in the hall. He then grabbed the console table to try and get up off the floor and in doing so tipped it over completely. This woke myself and DD who was then screaming hysterically.
I went downstairs to see he wasn't injured (and what the noise was) and was faced with him unconscious in a pool of his own vomit. Dd was still screaming, I tried to rouse him and couldn't so left DD screaming in her cot and put him into recovery position, picked up broken things from the floor.
It then took me 2 hours to settle DD, the poor little thing was petrified and shaking. It was awful.
This morning I got up for work, he was still on the floor. I woke him and told him to get in the shower and sort himself out. He was so pissed he was slurring his words and then proceded to try and put clothes on dd over the nappy from the night before.
I ended up having to drive DD to my heavily pg friends house and she looked after her so I could work (thought I was going to have to call in sick)
Heard nothing from him all day. For home to find he had left DD with my friend all day, the house still in its ruined state and a hungry DD.
The downstairs is ruined. The carpet is stained with god knows what, I've scrubbed it several times and it won't come out. The walls are ruined- covered in stains and hand prints. It's a rented house and the landlord is going to go mental (rightly)
What the hell do I do?! I can't respect him anymore. I hate him for putting his night out ahead of our daughter. I am sitting here looking at rental flats and trying to think if/how I couldn't manage if I left.
I feel so sad and alone.
Fwiw he went out again tonight, lasted an hour then came home and went to be because he felt "guilty"