Wow, that title sort of summed up my weekend.
Thursday night, I left town with my old roommate, Fubar, for a training on Friday. My wife and I were still on rocky ground, but I had to go, because I hadn't been to a training that was 100% worthless for me, so I got told I had to go. We drank an entire bottle of Bacardi O that night, and when I got up the next dayfor the training, I had NO hangover...weird.
Anyway, Saturday, I knew I was going to the Carolina Hurricanes game as they hosted Montreal for the first game of th playoffs. The atmosphere was electric, at least as long as I was in the actual area the game was played. Unfortunately, the game was a 4-1 blowout of the Hurricanes, and I only saw the last two goals...Why? No, not because I didn't get there in time, but because my wife was hammered, got up to go to the bathroom and then Security is trying to remove both of us for her intoxication...of course they were nice about it "We'll call you a cab..." yadda yadda. Anyway, it was shortly after that Christy really turned on me, going against her word and my trust. We went back into the game, and then she ended up heading downstairs again when I got up to use the restroom. Anyway, though nothing else happened with us, my buddy Fubar took a header (we were in the LAST row)and fell a row at the end of the game, and looks to have a bruise about the size of goalie pads on his side. BAD SPILL...real bad...he could barely move sunday, but I'm amazed he was able to walk that night.
Anyway, after the game, I confronted my wife about the lies, deceiving and everything that had occurred at the hockey game, and hidher car keys (because I was afraid she'd try to leave). I told her I was leaving and not coming home. We talked for a while, and she was upset, and I was more upset. Infidelity is not something I handle well, even if it is just implied and nothing is going on. So without being able to answer questions, I snapped, because I was tired of it. NO, I DID NOT HIT MY WIFE. I would NEVER do that. I picked up chairs and threw them, I picked up whatever I could to NOT hit another person or one of my pets.
I started punching the wall post to the kitchen. It hurt, but not so bad when I look back. She still wouldn't answer the questions honestly, claiming to have "drunk dialed," but as she said, only in response to the other person's first calling...this was a flat out lie, and I knew it. She wouldn't answer, so I finally put a hole in the wall (not my intention). Something else happened when I hit the wall though...A Pop...maybe a snap. I calmed back down, since I was now in pain. She started talking and brought up that I said I was leaving, and said that "you're not going to leave now." And I got up and left. She told me to be careful.
I went to my buddy's bar. It was 1:30 when I got there. I had about 5 drinks in the course of that 30 minute span. I was finally feeling able to release. A friend told me to punch him in the arm, so I did...and he wanted me to do it again...now mind you, I have at least one broken knuckle in my drawing hand now, but I kept hitting him until he said, "Okay." Good friend. Heh.
The next morning, Christy was trying to get in touch with me from 10-11:30 when I finally "regained" consciousness, or...woke up. She wanted to talk, but she was leaving town to visit her best friend about 45 minutes away.
Needless to say, she started saying the things that I had been saying the past three weeks..."All i want is for us to work on everything..." "All I want isto be with you right now." "Please forgive me."
We are REALLY working on it, now. Not because I need her, like I did when I hit rock bottom, and not because she hit bottom this week, but because we do love each other, and care a whole lot about the other. And we want to be with each other, now.
All that, and I think she finally realized that Springtime has a way of doing this shit to people...considering now her friends are going through it, too. Its weird, that after all that, I was past just wanting to fix things if it wasn't what she wanted. I was finally beginning to feel more selfish, myself, and began to realize that the guy who would ask her opinion about everything was not who I am.
To anyone out there with similar issues, the question to ask is this...
When is enough...Enough? Ultimately, you have to figure out where to draw the line for another person, and when to start acting like yourself again.
I really appreciated all the sympathetic responses, as they mean a lot to me...and who knows, maybe now I can get back to some creative flow. Thanks again, everyone.