I was suppose to take my AH to get an MRI done this evening. The hospital we were going to does MRIs 24/7, and his appt. was scheduled for 12:15am. He wanted me to go with him, he said it was to support him, I knew it was because he wanted to drink. He told me I should lay down for a nap, seeing as I had to be up late. When I went to lay down, I knew he already started drinking for the day, but I figured that within the span of 2 hrs, it would be okay.. kids would be fine.
Well, they were ok.. played in their rooms the whole time.
Meanwhile, he ran out of beer... went into my jacket pocket and stole $10.00, and drove to the local LCBO.
When I woke up I discovered what he had done. What was I suppose to do? Freak out at him? No... I didn't.. I let it be. He expected that I would get mad, and was surprised that I didn't react.. however... he reacted. He said it scared him that I didn't really have a reaction. I told him about a couple of things that I had been learning... about step one... and about the three c's... I didn't cause this, I can't control it, and I can't cure it.. He just didn't understand, and tried starting an argument. I just told him, there was no need to fight, I'm just trying to work my own program and I left it at that. He went on about how he's worried that I'm going to leave him, cause, well... before I started this journey, I would threaten it. I apologized to him, that it was wrong for me to try and control things. He just brought up how I tend to control the money.. as I should.. we are on a fixed income, and raising three kids and trying to keep the household running, I have to do such things.

Anyway, the evening wore on, and he would make cracks here and there about me not wanting relations... trying to make me feel bad. I guess that's the disease again.

I just needed to vent.. Thanks for being here for me everyone.