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That's what my AH had. 14 25 oz. cans of beer at least in 6 hours. I'm sure he had more before I noticed that and he had six full cans besides that in the back of his vehicle. Buy evening he was staggering all over the place. I was waiting for him to fall so I could step over him and leave him laying there to get himself up. I would have taken pictures too.
A friend stopped over a couple of weeks ago and my AH offered him one of his big cans of beer and was telling him how good of a deal he gets on them. His excitement reminded me of getting a little kid an ice cream cone. Pathetic!
I wonder how he gets through the day at work for so many hours without his beer. Or is he. It's possible for him to get beer into his job I suppose. I know he must drink all the way home...almost 2 hour drive. He smells of it and doesn't take him long to be totally trashed. Some days more then others.
I'm waiting for "the call" from his work or some police officer telling me he's had an accident or has some medical emergency due to his drinking. The kids are waiting for "the call" from me telling them something has happened to him.
Hi pixie. I can feel frustrating it anger in your post and I feel for you ((((pixie)))). I don't pay any attention to what my ABF drinks or how often he goes to the garage to smoke weed. He does keep a small ice chest in his jeep, I know he stops at the liquor store on the way to work and takes his breaks in his car, so I know he drinks on the job. He drinks on his way home from work. When he gets up he lets the dig out and cracks open a beer. He likes to buy beer in smaller quantities so it doesn't look like he's drinking that much, but he stops at the liquor store several times a day, it's on the bank statement. I know he's sick, and it would for me, only feed my sickness if I tried to keep count. When I see those things I just look away, go do something away from him, detach, pray to stay detached, whatever it takes to keep from focusing on his drinking and not focusing on me. I'm very new and I don't have any answers but I care and I'm here to listen.
I feel for you... I relate to you.... I was one that would count the beers, add the oz up in my head, watch my A like a hawk. I would try and figure out in my head what I could do, go thru his garage, cars, hiding places - the fridge - the freezer. I was always searching.... I never found the answers but I always found something to piss me off. To add to my worry, to steal any peace I had within my me. It kept me insane, it kept me feeling lost, confused, sad and angry!! I was so wrapped up into my husbands drinking, into his life - I forgot I had one too.
Face to face meetings, online meetings, reading the al anon books, sharing, talking with others... keeping myself busy with me, focusing on me little by little helped me find a peace within I cannot describe. Hugs to you my friend, you are worth it - keep coming back!!
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Kats
To forgive is to set a prisoner free and discover that the prisoner was you - Lewis B. Smedes
Hopefully now that you know his state, you can concentrate on you. I get out and do something else, try to find a meeting but often enough I have something to do for the evening anyway these days. Writing on here also, so keep coming back!
I use to count cans but don't usually any more. That day I wasn't counting. I was with him when he bought that case of beer so I just happened to know how many he had. Later in the day I went to get something out of the fridge and there was only one left. I don't know how many were in there before he bought that case come to think of it.
I do have tons to keep me busy and things I love to do on my own. But no matter how many things you have to do on your own when you live with a drunk you can't help notice what they do and how they act. I've given him the cold shoulder for the last few days and he's asked "are you tired,you seem crabby". I sure would love to tell him why I'm crabby! But it's not worth the fight.I'm afraid if I did tell him what I thought I'd never stop! I gave up on that long ago. When he's stumbling around I just look at him and give him a look and shake my head and walk away. Sometimes silence says more.
That's what my AH had. 14 25 oz. cans of beer at least in 6 hours. I'm sure he had more before I noticed that and he had six full cans besides that in the back of his vehicle. Buy evening he was staggering all over the place. I was waiting for him to fall so I could step over him and leave him laying there to get himself up. I would have taken pictures too.