Last week I was at home only one day. I worked 6 straight days on and was refreshed! No way around it, the less I see of Nabal the healthier it is for me.
What I missed:
Our girl awoke one morning to a 'cup of soup' sprawled across the floor. (Yes the cup and its entire content.) Later Nabal asks her for something for a burn. Nabal had burned his hands, wrist to fingers. It was pretty bad. She gave him aloe and told him to keep it clean and lightly bandaged. (Let me tell you how proud I am she knows that.) He'd evidently been holding the cup while trying to fill it with boiling water...a la drunken coordination. He left it and passed out for the night. How drunk was he to have slept in that much pain?!
Outcome:
This week it's almost healed. He did not keep it clean and he rarely bathes... Show of hands for how many other people would have had a raging infection by now... I questioned him about how it happened. He deflected three times. Finally he said he was adding something, um, some spice something to it...after it set for 3 or 4 minutes it still burned him that bad. Obviously, he lied.
Last week the one day I was here Nabal was incredibly drunk. He forgot to shut his hen house door and loss nine chicks and his rooster. He was so mad at the fox... That fox had been picking off his chickens for years now. He later found one survivor. It now resides in his room. Yes...in the house, in his bedroom. (Can't make this stuff up...)
Nabal decided to run a suggestion past me as to how 'we' should spend this week. We, should rent a hotel room- to talk, to get to know each other again, to frolic, to pull our marriage back together.
He got a resounding, emphatic- NO! Never!
This week over dinner with the kids. He confronted me. (Yes he was already drunk. Thank goodness the restaurant didn't serve liquor!) "We were supposed to spend the week, these two days together. At a motel." Why oh why does he think I won't answer him in front of the kids. I'm not trying to shelter them from truth... He thinks to shame me. Grrrr.
I told him I'd told him no last week when he suggested it. He tried to dispute me. I stick to my truth.
He lives in a whole other world...
A very good thing. My youngest child went away for a month for some in-depth training for a career move. Somehow Nabal managed to not only make it to the graduation, but was sober. I took off work. This is big. I'm so worried about my kids. Now that they're older Nabal likes to entice them to drink and smoke pot. Then he turns around and tells on them or tries to pontificate on their behavior... Same exact thing he does to all his drinking buddies. Everyone else is the nasty drunk...not him.
This is a big deal! This child at 18 had a viable, workable plan of how to have a life without excess, and has aspirations to a career.
Of course he tried to make it a day for him to get something out of. Every time I stopped our slowed down...He tried to slip his arm around me. You know like we were some solid loving couple. He really thought I'd be too embarrassed to do anything in public. He was dead wrong.
The program my child went through really dug deep. Much of it forced up issues that needed dealing with. They had group delving discussions. I'm quite sure the people there knew much of her background, and much of our family dynamic and dysfunction.
I'm so proud! Now kick the dust from your shoes and leave this town behind little one!
That's it. Tomorrow- first counseling session. I'm so excited! Then get a much needed adjustment and back to work. (Another long week. I'll get more rest again. Yay!)
Wrestling with so much. Divorce very soon.
Funny, he's still renting hotel rooms... He never did catch onto how I know.
