Fast forward to this morning. He came home at 7:15, woke me and our daughter up at 8:30. He and I spent a little time outside in between getting our daughter ready to go. Just before her grandpa came to get her, my husband gets call from his friend in Rhode Island. I knew they would be on the phone for awhile, buy I wasn't concerned since it was only maybe 10 am. I was patient while he sipped beers and chatted until noon. When I asked him if he was going to be on the phone awhile and he said yes, I decided to leave and run to get a couple things from the store. When I got back around 1 pm, he was still on the phone and fairly tipsy. I ended up doing some housework and cutting his aunt's hair while he continued talking and drinking, and I'm getting pretty frustrated by this point. I waited another half hour, then finally left without a word at 2:30 to do some errands I could no longer put off. When I got home at 3:30, it was to find an empty case of beer and a husband passed out on the bed.
I am so dissapointed. I could have had lunch with my brother or done something else while he talked on the phone for 4 hours. I'm also dissapointed in his friend, who my husband told at the beginning of the conversation of our plans.
What a crappy anniversary. I think I'll be staying home tomorrow instead of going to the cook out at his brother's house. I don't even want to see my husband's face right now.
EDIT: I should have been more clear, he did not drink a whole case of beer, he drank what was left of a case from last weekend's bonfire. There were maybe 6 left in the box, and I found the now empty box next to the trash can when I got home the second time. Lastly, since many seemed to miss it, he is a third shift worker, and having a beer at 10am for him is like a 'regular' person having a beer at 9pm.