DP seems to hate me when he drinks. He gets to a level of sheer inebriation and then comes crashing home, wakes me up with his noise and then starts an argument about how shit I am. Until now he has been openly working on not doing this, he's a working man doing long hours and more than pulls his weight in the house. I just can't stand that feeling of fear and tension when he goes out drinking and I know he'll be back sometime in the night. I wish I could go and stay somewhere else