My husband blew up after an extremely petty disagreement tonight.
He asked me to make another drink (alcoholic) and I playfully pointed out that I was pretty sure it was his turn as I had made them all evening.
His whole demeanour changed and the nasty look that crossed his face made my stomach contract. He shouted. Called me a liar.
And for the record I wasn't lying.
The fact is though, that he was having a beer -sometimes 2- with every Cubra Libre I made (3). And in the short space of an hour had knocked over 4 drinks (the kids, mine and his own beer). So I really did think he was too drunk by this point anyway.
I don't like confrontation at all, so took myself upstairs. And the kids followed me. They were unhappy with his raised voice.
So now "I have turned the kids against him. I need to get out of his life. He hates me. Blah blah blah."
He followed me in and out of our bedroom 4 times. Screaming abuse. I stayed calm. Didn't engage. He wouldn't allow me to talk when I tried anyway. Would just shout and swear over me.
He was starting to really scare our youngest (5yo DS) and our eldest (10yo DS) came into the room asking if I was okay. So I tried to block the door to protect them from the aggression.
This was a bad idea as their father flung the door open (I was holding it closed, asking him to please go back downstairs) and literally flung me across the room onto the bed beside the kids, by his arm on my neck. He picked up a full water bottle from my vanity unit to throw at me, but threw it at the window instead. He then made comments saying I was looking dramatic and trying to get sympathy.
After his 8th go of screaming at me how horrible I am he finally fell asleep downstairs.
But the kids were crying and wanting me to take them to my mum and dads house. Saying that dad is too angry tonight and it's scary.
This is not the first drunken fight, but it's the first time he has lay his hands on me. I'm just so lost. I love him sober. He is a totally different man without alcohol.