Comments on: Booze and Marriage Go Together Like a Horse and Carriage

By: Susan

Susan — Sat, 23 Jan 2010 14:45:23 +0000

My husband rarely drinks but he’s smart enough not to say one word to me when I do. Which is always. He’s even smart enough to buy the wine if asked. Excellent post, Rho Rho!!

By: Maliah

Maliah — Fri, 22 Jan 2010 20:33:57 +0000

That is the funniest post!! I can relate. Only, my stories aren’t so funny. Rho Rho, you’re an amazing writer.

By: RhoRho

RhoRho — Thu, 21 Jan 2010 00:44:01 +0000

Kitty, damn I feel for you. I think I made my hubs out to be a bit worse than he is because honestly, it’s like 3x a year … at least last year! But he is usually really nice, and really annoying on his little frat boy binge! But I’m no better. The only thing I am better at is the hangover- as in I rarely have one. He calls me “rockstar” because of this ability. But really, one of us simply HAS to get our asses up and deal with life when we’re in that predicament! Leave it to the WOman, baby!

By: Kitty

Kitty — Wed, 20 Jan 2010 21:19:05 +0000

Wow, I can so relate to your post! The thing with my husband however is he gets mean, angry and full of hate. Lucky for me he only drinks on his 2 days off a week, but man, when he drinks he really drinks. He doesn’t get “crazy” every time but when he does the after math takes awhile to get over. Then he’s sorry and making excuses and vows to “drink better” next time. He has even gone as far as taking a day off from work just to “prove” that he can be nice and drink better. And yes it works, one or two times. Then it starts again, the same damn bullsh*t.

Me, I drink my wine every night of the week. I enjoy it and don’t want to stop. But in the days following one of my hubby’s drunks I consider the thought of just not drinking at all. If I were to tell him “no, we are not going to drink” he’d go along with it. But then I think “well, what else is there to do?” And also, would we even like each other anymore, sitting here sober with each other? And so it goes, on and on.

I also think of us as our own little “Days of Wine & Roses.” I could go on and on with this post but I’m still worn out from last night which was yet another of hubby’s crazy times. He’s finally off to work and I lick my wounds. Not physical wounds but mental ones which are truly just as bad. Thanks for sharing your story and for your honesty…most people just don’t want to admit their woes from drinking.
Kitty