So …
Advice from you longtime married people? Preferably you “older” married people?
Efffffff… is it fair for me to say that the SDMB is my family? I’ve been here for 13+ years, and I have posted some stupid threads, and y’all have rightly roasted me when I’ve been stupid. And I was stupid tonight. So roast me. But give me some advice while you’re at it.
My wife is an alcoholic, and so am I.
The difference between my alcoholism and my wife’s is that I can get drunk tonight, and I’ll wake up in the morning and go to work, and I’ll do my job. And I will go for weeks without drinking. If my work schedule (which is different every week) makes it so that it would be best that I not drink, I won’t drink.
But, goddammit, if I don’t have to be to work early tomorrow, then FUCK YEAH! I’ll drink.
I’m 50 years old, and I work in an industry that is rife with chemically-dependent people (foodservice). And, mentally, I have absolutely no patience with people who don’t show up for work / call in sick because they have a hangover. Despite my constant drinking in my 20s, and my constant hangovers, I ALWAYS SHOWED THE FUCK UP TO WORK. My position was, “I made myself sick last night? No excuse to not show up for work.” If I sinned last night, I’ll endure the penalty today and do my damn job, even if it hurts. (Admittedly, much of this was based on the fact that I got paid by the hour, and if I didn’t work, I didn’t get paid). Unfortunately, since I was the guy who always showed up, that made me the guy who got called on my days off to cover a shift because somebody else called in “sick”. I guess that educated me, for what it was worth. I always enjoyed being the “mocker” when I got off work after getting called in to cover a “sick” coworker’s shift … only to find that “sick” coworker sitting in the bar, drinking.
I’m a “functional alcoholic”.
My wife is … a completely non-functional alcoholic.
If my wife gets drunk tonight … she’s going to be drunk tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day, and the next day…
FUCK!
This is where I am completely ignorant.
Please, fellow Dopers, you’ve dogpiled on me in the past, but I beg you to show some compassion. I’m a fucking 50-year-old dumbass who has finally gotten married for the first time, and I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing.
I’ve watched my wife get “set off” by some conversation with her parents, and start drinking, and fuck me if I can understand it, even being an alcoholic myself. She starts drinking, and then drinks some more, and then she gets sick to the point that she’s vomiting it out as fast as she can drink it in, but even while she’s puking she wants to drink more.
And I get put in this awkward position where I’m telling her, “Baby, STOP!” and she begs me to go buy her some more booze, and I see how sick she is and I say, “NO” and then she starts begging and begging and begging me to go get her some more alcohol, and I find myself in this horrible, horrible position of trying to find the lesser evil.
As an interjection, as an alcoholic, I can understand drinking until I puke. But I cannot understand drinking until I puke … and then wanting more alcohol. As much as I love to drink, once I’ve gotten so drunk that I start puking, something inside of me says, “okay, that’s enough”. And experience generally makes me stop drinking before I get to the point of puking.
So, back from the interjection … I find myself in this awkward position of being a fucking drunk who is trying to mitigate an even worse fucking drunk. I know, I’m leading up to sounding self-righteous.
But goddammit, when my wife starts drinking, she’s totally useless for a few days.
And that is where I fucked up today.
A couple weeks ago, she said (sober) that I shouldn’t bring alcohol home while she’s trying to stay sober.
And I fucked up tonight. I got off work and wanted to come home and listen to Game 7 of the World Series, and I brought home some beer.
And she got pissed at me for doing that, and fuck me if she didn’t go get drunk herself, and she took the car keys, and somehow managed to lose them (don’t worry, she’s safe at home) somewhere in the 10 feet between where she parked the car and our front door, and now my car keys are gone, along with the front door key, and two keys to my church.
And now I’m beating myself up for prompting this shit, and my wife is mad at me, and our poor cat that we just got is fucking confused.