so i committed the ultimate crime and dropped fh’s bag of a bottle of wine tonight in the parkade of my building and it smashed inside the bag and red wine was pooling everywhere. and i apologized profusely immediately after freezing, like a deer in headlights, half expecting him to either smack or scream at me. he did neither, he just breathed and said it’s ok. i said i’d go buy him another bottle (though i can’t afford to) and he said, it’s fine.
i nonetheless apologized a few more times and then he took z upstairs and i mopped the floor and then cleaned out the bucket and mop i used. then i arrived upstairs and he is continuing angerville (which is actually how he came in the door – late, without calling, though he was less than a 20 minute walk away – this evening) and it is almost z’s bedtime, yet she is not in her pjs, nor have her teeth been brushed.
and i ask why he didn’t do anything and he just smokes and gives me attitude about not knowing the time and really needing a drink. but no, he can’t have one, because i just busted his bottle of wine that we had to go out after z’s dinner for him to buy. so i felt even worse but now am getting pissed off, too.
cuz, remember how he’s not even supposed to drink around her? yeah, i do too, too bad he does anyways. this would be a non-event if he actually stuck to that. as in never could have happened cuz we wouldn’t have had to go out to get emergency wine for him and i wouldn’t have grabbed it out of the bottom of the stroller cuz he was in such a hurry to get this task dealt with as to be taking z out of the stroller without grabbing it. so, irony, i was doing him a favour.
except, he can’t drink tonight until he is home, at least, cuz i am a clumsy fuck, apparently.
then i’ve got my back up and mentioning how last weekend he said he didn’t have a drinking problem and that it’s not cool he’s counting down the minutes until he can leave and if this (visiting his daughter) is a chore, then why does he bother and or say that he looks forward to it and doesn’t see her enough. he’s all well why didn’t you offer me one of your drinks and i’m like cuz they have to last me until the 8th and if you wanted one why didn’t you just ask? and he’s all, you didn’t give me time to ask before you got all bitchy with me about z not being ready for bed.
and i’m like, fine, just have one of my drinks then, you’ve made me feel really bad and it was a complete accident and i apologized like eight times. the least you could do is get her ready for bed.
moral to this story: it’s always someone else’s fault and he doesn’t have a drinking problem.
