A neighbor of the apartment complex that we live in knocked on our door late last night to tell me that my husband was in the parking lot with the car running, the lights on and the radio blasting, and dead asleep (drunk) at the wheel for very long time. How embarrassing and even worse … how the hell did he manage to drive home without killing himself or anybody else. I apologized to my neighbor, grabbed the spare set of car keys, and went out back to the parking lot ... and there he was. If this were an indoor garage he could’ve have killed himself from the exhaust fumes. I opened the door, turned off the radio and shut off the car. I removed the bottle of beer from between his legs that’s half spilled out on his favorite pair of dress pants. What a mess. I tried to wake him up and get him out of the car, but he was out of it and he didn't even know who I was. He started swinging in the air, to protect himself I guess. I dodged what could have been a sock in the jaw and continued to try to get him to wake up and get out of the car. It’s no use. It’s late and I had to get up early in the morning for work, so I left him there, with no keys of course. About two hours later he is yelling and banging on the door and he is fuming mad. I thought he was going to kill me and of course there is no reasoning with him while he is like this.
Somehow, I got him to sit down, saying that I would be right back in a minute. I know that if he stays still long enough he will fall asleep ... most of the time. Well, it worked last night, thankfully.
I know I am crazy for putting up with this sort of behavior. When he is sober he is a wonderful man. There are so many good things about him.