I'm pretty pissed at Ron today. I went to bed, sleeping OK. Kept waking up for some reason. I finally realized Ron was yelling at his talking book. I asked him to stop, repeatedly. He would start yelling again.
I realized he was too drunk to govern himself. I asked him if he wanted me to come in the bedroom and wake him up when he was trying to sleep. He told me to shut up. I went back to bed. He started yelling again. I have no idea when this all happened but I know it happened in the middle of the night.
I can handle a lot of abuse, but I cannot be sleep deprived. There's a reason it's considered torture. The last time I left Ron (for a week), it was due to chronic sleep deprivation + physically abusive. I will not tolerate this.
He kept making noise, I kept telling him to shut up. It got to the point where I honestly, for a brief second, had some very bad thoughts. Not going to spell them out in case things go bad one day. I think anyone, though, would have bad thoughts if they had mental illness and fetal alcohol syndrome, trying to get a good night of sleep, and they can't due to a hateful, drunken, spouse.
He told me he "couldn't help himself' making the noise", ended up calling me a "bitch" and "whore" but he finally shut up and "let" me sleep.
It's that bad? I have to get permission for him to "let" me sleep? Pretty pissed still.
On the plus side, and I always try to find a silver lining, Biscuit got in my bed and laid on my legs for a while during all the drama. He's so cute. Then, when I woke up this morning, he sang his little song of starvation "No food in my bowl!" and I fed him. He is now passed out behind me in the computer room doorway, full of Salmon.
I had to move Torbie out of my chair to sit down, she wasn't happy but she finally "let" me.
We are going to Walmart later. I hear we may also be having a hurricane next week so I should probably pack up on some paleo things I can eat without refrigeration.
As if I don't have enough drama. Ugh.
Boring! I want boring!
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