Ginny, I am so sorry you feel that way - and I wonder if reading your posts is like reading my future . I don't know how much Cointreau DP had last night - at least I didn't find an empty bottle - but I suspect the only reason he didn't drink wine is that all the bottles in the rack were mine and most of them were white!
One of his friends came to the play with me yesterday. She's an old date of his from about 30 years ago and has always kept in touch, so she knows what he's like, and is seriously worried also. She says I've been so good for him, and she really hopes I'll be able to stick around to support him - if he realises that he needs to seek help. She once had him in her spare room for an entire summer, being depressed and getting very unkempt. She said, quite frankly, he's an alcoholic and that's the root of his problem. I hate giving him that label yet - as he CAN go without drink when he's working, if he's driving, during the daytime, and only hits the bottle after work, at night. At least he hasn't yet reached the point of waking up in the morning and wanting a drink.
And I don't think the drinking is the problem - it's all the other demons in his head that are making him drink - to deaden the disquiet.
However, that doesn't excuse it, and I suspect that there are many kinds of alcoholism, and I'm just fooling myself by pretending he isn't one. .
She even said it's affecting his looks - which voiced something I'd felt, but had tried to put it down to his age. I don't like the fact that his jawline is sagging and his complexion getting red - he used to be so beautiful - and her comment after not having seen him for a year drove it home. It's not age - he's only 54 - it's the lifestyle.
I would have really liked to talk to him a little last night. He noticed that I was a bit preoccupied after the play. They were all being jolly in the house where they had performed, having a drink before a delicious dinner, taking photos of everyone and larking about. As I was driving, I drank very little, and though I normally like the people in the company, I just couldn't join in the fun & when one of them said 'right, I want a photo of everyone in the room', I just sloped off to the loo. Someone had taken a really nice photo of us and I just felt so fake. When he asked if I was OK, I should have said, yes, but I need to talk to you later. But I just said I was tired (which was also true). I just felt very distant from everything, though he was affectionate, and then the 'nightcap' incident when he'd previously said he was coming to bed soon, just put the lid on it.
Sorry, droning on again, all me, me, me. Shut up and go get some lunch.