So Mardi Gras ended... thank god! yesterday i got the last of the 8 people that stayed with us during MG 2015. The last person to go was the worst. My friend brought him here and then left him here with us to deal with. He's past the point of being communicable. He's drinking makes his IQ like a 40. He also does flush the toliet....ever. he never asked if he could stay, just moved on into our living room for the day. I'm also his drunken brain tried to steal my keys, we asked him to search his pockets multiple times and he did, but only found my 3 detached keychains but none of my keys...... Finally when he realized we werent leaving until we had keys, he miraculously found them in his jeans pockets, that i had watched him check previously...... no comment.
Well now, for whatever fucking reason, My boyfriend has decided he's going to help him with his alcoholism even though, geoff can't control his alcoholism. He was out until 2:00am with Jill and Tabe(new guy) drinking and smoking pot. I had been waiting on him at home since 9pm and then he had the nerve to ask if i had cooked anything at 2 fucking AM. eventually he had set enough rude remarks at me while i was trying to sleep, for me to move to the guest bed. so 7am comes around and he moves into the guest bed with me, i let him. 10am we wake up and someone is at the door. ohhhh its fucking Tabe (im gonna call him Table because it autocorrects that way and hes as dumb as a table). and so naturally, geoff just takes the dog and locks the door and leaves without telling me anything. and he of course leaving his dead phone here, meanwhile his dad is texting me where he is, and i can't tell him the truth. but god, do i feel like it...
I know I don't make things easier for him either, but my things are not a choice. Mine are "my grandpa died, i need you". Mine are "I totaled my car and i need your support". His are " should i stay home and eat something not drink like Rachel would want?" or "I'm gonna do what my addiction is telling me.... and Drink at Jill's because she won't guilt trip me about it like Rachel will". So, of course, he does the latter....
I dont know how to deal with him like this anymore, i'm hitting a breaking point. He's stressing to me about bills and money, yet i'm not spending any and he's constantly spending on beer and cigarettes, But i'm the asshole for not working more....
I'm also realizing that he took the truck so I can't do anything I would like to do. I just wish he would of asked and not just left like he did. He apparently doesn't respect me enough. He'll say I'm bad at communication. which sometimes its hard for me to tell him my every move, thats not my style. but never for more than 2 hours, while he keeps me waiting for 6 hours, and acts like thats fine.
Just fucking over it, i think. I wish I wasn't sure on what to do.... but i know what I'll probably have to do eventually. Because its been two years, and yes he's overall gotten better with his drinking, but he'll never quit and I need him to....
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