Ok, What happened this (Wednesday) Morning
I wrote this Wednesday afternoon long hand while I was at work it may be disjointed because I was distracted and didn't write it all at once- was at work so I was interrupted by...well work. :-)
Well it has been decided. Tom and I have had enough. We are telling Tony he has one week from Saturday (?) or payday -which ever is sooner, to get all his shit, clean and disinfect my basement and get the hell out of my house.
Here's why. I suspected he was drunk yesterday (Tuesday) but couldn't find any proof. I suspected mainly because he was still up at 7 starring blankly into space on the couch with a glaze look in his eye, red in the face and didn't say anything to me when I stood on the stairs and just looked at him for a good minute or two. I suspected again today (Wed) because when I went upstairs at 7 he was outside on the phone yelling at someone. Later when I went down to wake up Tom he was asleep on the couch, head lolled back snoring loudly, remote in hand, movie on select scene screen in Luvies bathrobe (never a good sign). I left him there.
I found out later that he talked to Elle when she went to get her shoes for school. He got De and his new "girlfriend" Dawn confused, could remember names who was who and some such if he was supposed to get her, what day it was, his words were slurred, he tried to stand and when he finally did he he couldn't walk straight stumbled and walked into his ottoman and fell onto his couch- where I found him.
When I heard this I had Tom go look for his liquor. He didn't find any in the house, however in his trash can out back he did find 2 big empty bottles and one little one, and one of those was hidden in a bag of cat litter. Plus he had a McDonald's cup with liquor in it on the floor next to him.
We are not sure if we will be able to stay up and wait for him tonight as both Tom and I are pretty tired and James has a Dr.'s appointment tomorrow and Thomas' birthday party tomorrow and we are not sure what time he will be home...of course we never are- on a good night it is after 2 on a bad night it's after 4. We are not sure if he has a date after work tonight or not, if not we will be informing him after work. If it's too late it will be tomorrow. Wish us luck, he will not take it well.
Well it has been decided. Tom and I have had enough. We are telling Tony he has one week from Saturday (?) or payday -which ever is sooner, to get all his shit, clean and disinfect my basement and get the hell out of my house.
Here's why. I suspected he was drunk yesterday (Tuesday) but couldn't find any proof. I suspected mainly because he was still up at 7 starring blankly into space on the couch with a glaze look in his eye, red in the face and didn't say anything to me when I stood on the stairs and just looked at him for a good minute or two. I suspected again today (Wed) because when I went upstairs at 7 he was outside on the phone yelling at someone. Later when I went down to wake up Tom he was asleep on the couch, head lolled back snoring loudly, remote in hand, movie on select scene screen in Luvies bathrobe (never a good sign). I left him there.
I found out later that he talked to Elle when she went to get her shoes for school. He got De and his new "girlfriend" Dawn confused, could remember names who was who and some such if he was supposed to get her, what day it was, his words were slurred, he tried to stand and when he finally did he he couldn't walk straight stumbled and walked into his ottoman and fell onto his couch- where I found him.
When I heard this I had Tom go look for his liquor. He didn't find any in the house, however in his trash can out back he did find 2 big empty bottles and one little one, and one of those was hidden in a bag of cat litter. Plus he had a McDonald's cup with liquor in it on the floor next to him.
We are not sure if we will be able to stay up and wait for him tonight as both Tom and I are pretty tired and James has a Dr.'s appointment tomorrow and Thomas' birthday party tomorrow and we are not sure what time he will be home...of course we never are- on a good night it is after 2 on a bad night it's after 4. We are not sure if he has a date after work tonight or not, if not we will be informing him after work. If it's too late it will be tomorrow. Wish us luck, he will not take it well.