That seemed to work the best, though even then, I’d be an asshole because I’m “quieter than usual.” I’d then be guilted to talking to her Virginia Tech Hokies OHT Military Appreciation Boot Camp T-Shirt (I wish you’d talk to me.) and then, say I want her to not start drinking until kiddo is at least asleep, I’d then be an asshole because I’m very openly calling her an alcoholic (which I wasn’t. I was careful not to.) So, that’s a long winded way of saying: I don’t yell. It’s bit something I do. It’s not who I am. But here? I was legitimately upset and mad. Mad she could be so reckless; Angry, shaking anger, for putting our daughter in danger.
So I yelled. And I didn’t care. I yelled, and I was in the right, no. matter. what. And when she told me that I was “just an asshole” I was let loose. I told her that she needed to leave. I couldn’t spend the night with her and I wasn’t going to leave, because kiddo was here and she didn’t deserve to be put out, especially because she actually fell back asleep while I was laying into wifey. (What an angel.) I told wifey I’d buy her Uber and a hotel room down the street, but I’d she could accept any responsibility for what she did, I couldn’t even look at her without disgust.