Last Year....

Last year was hell. We had only been married 10 months at this time last year. It was the year from hell... I do not know what brought it on. We got married and we all were drunk at the reception. But everyone was and it was okay. Then things went down hill after I found out I was pregnant. he started drinking every day at work. Hiding it from me. They would go to a bar and "eat lunch" at places like Buffalo Wild Wings and Hooters and drink and barely eat. Money started coming up missing. After Christmas I had a $250 gift card to Toys R Us and $200 in cash in a safety box that only he and I had the key for. I had a funny feeling something was wrong. I went in our room and grabbed the box. No surprise it was unlocked and the cash was GONE. I was saving that money to buy my son a play yard for outside for Easter. I only needed $50 more... Of course he denied taking it, saying I was crazy. Then Thumper died (Thumper is a nickname for one of his friends) and things got BAD. Danny (Thumper's brother) started doing coke and drinking badly. I know my husband was not doing coke.. But he started drinking just as heavy as Danny. Things got bad around the house. Especially when MIL got involved... It just made him drink more when she started with me. Then something happened... Something bad. One night before my brother was deployed him and my husband went to the bar. I did not think this was going to be a bad thing because it was a neutral bar and for us, it was a happy place.. Well, I get a call from little bro saying just how drunk my husband is. It's not pretty. I am 6 months pregnant at this time. So my little brother's now wife went with me to pick them up. When we arrived (mind you this is at midnight) they were fighting at the bar. Over something stupid. My husband picked up the bar stool and tried to break it over my brother. Luckily he moved because this was a big bar stool and a very sturdy one. Well, finally we got him calm enough to get him in the car and he was okay the whole miles home. As soon as he walked in the door he went nuts. He started slamming things around and saying he was gonna go kill someone. We had to wrestle the gun away from him a couple times. Then when the boys went outside me and my brother's girl locked them outside. I do not know exactly what started this, all we hear is loud banging on the porch. We look out the window and they are wrestling on the porch. It's getting bad out there. They are slamming each other on the ground. Both military trained and just pure raw anger out there. We were scared. My brother is saying not to open the door for fear of the 2 1/2 year old asleep in bed. Then a horrible 3 bangs. We look outside and my husband is proceeding to slam my brother's head thru the storm door (the bottom part) and slam him on the ground. This keeps going for 2 hours. After an hour I called Roger (a friend) to help. He got there within 30 min and him and lil bro finally got him calmed down enough to where he passed out on the couch. This is bad... I never got an apology for this night...

Then in June our baby is born. This is supposed to be happy times. A week he spends home with me he does not drink. When he goes back to work the drinking starts again. On June 28 he went to work. Him, his fitter, Danny and his fitter are all caught at Hooters. They are caught drinking on the job. They are all sent home. They are officially fired on July 5th. This is horrible. I can't get to work (supposedly) until August 8th due to a c-section. He did not find another Job until August 1. We almost lost our home because of him. 

August, he is still drinking at this point. He is working a lowly job at Wal mart. A job that is paying $7.45 an hour when he was making $16.50. Life is hard... One night my friend, his g/f, and our neighbor and me and the hubby are all just hanging out. Playing video games and playing with the kids. at 9 the kids are sleep. The guys start drinking. well 4 20 packs, 3 6 packs and whatever was left  from the night before are bought. They were funny drunk though. I get tired of watching Guitar Heroes and go to bed because I have to work. At 3 am my husband comes staggering into the bedroom. He trips on his way to the bathroom. He steadiess himself on the bassinet, where the baby is sleeping. Waking him up... He is colicky and oh what a night. Then in the bathroom he proceeds to pee all over my bathroom floor. After he gets out, he slams himself on the bed. He is snoring within minutes as I try and nurse the baby back to sleep. I get the baby back in his bassinet and lay down. Within 15 minutes my husband beating on me.. Punching, kicking and just yelling obscenities... But he is asleep.

The next morning I count what is in the fridge. There is only 27 beers left.

When I get home him and I sit down and have a talk. I tell him he has 2 choices. He can continue to drink and get out of MY house (it is is my name and it was bought BEFORE the marriage) or he can stop drinking and stay. He claims he doesn't remember the night before. I get tired of that excuse. Since August he has maybe only had 7 beers that I know of. I monitor him. He knows if he f*cks up with drinking again it is over. But it may be over anyway.... But that is a whole different story...