Last night was yet another crappy evening, I must say. hubs came home drunk full of such anger once again. The kids and I were so hoping that he would fall asleep early but no cigar. I did however, tell the kids that I didn't think Dad could last too, too long before going to bed. And hubs did get to sleep - passout, before our bedtimes. Some peace, at least. hubs did not however, get nearly as angry with me as he did the other very bad night, and he didn't pester the kids with the usual dumbo conversation. I have never seen my husband look so old. He is a couple of years younger than me but for years has looked at least 15 or so years more than his age, no wonder, of course.
It was still the kind of evening that totally wears a person out.

This morning hubs and I had a bit of a talk, he wants us to take a few days and go to the mountains, stay in the cabin we stayed in last summer. I know! It's going to be cold. But, hubs I think, has reached some kind of critical point- he wants to go, get away from work, away from "town", away from the booze, just to get a toe-hold he said.
He also said he was going to come online and have a look at some recovery sites as well, that is hopeful!
I'm certainly willing to go, I think we can swing it with just a few days off, and we may have to take the kids out of school for one extra day, but that's not the end of the world.
Oh, boy, I just called that particular camping area we went to last year and found out all the cabins are booked. I just hope my A won't mind going somewhere similar-
I guess I best get on the phone.
Feeling pooped!