u/melbot2point0

I work away. I FIFO, camp job, 7 days on 7 off.

He holds it together for my days off but when I'm gone, every week, he drinks. And I mean, *drinks.* He weighs about 130 and last time I came home early he had drank 100oz of liquor in two days. How is he not dead? I fear for his life every time I leave. He disappears for days at a time.

So I had gone to work on Tuesday night. Flight was about 3 hours. By the time I got off the plane he was drunk. Denied it. Said he had one shot of whiskey and two beers.

I was so distressed I called in sick for my set and flew home on Wednesday morning. As I was about to put my key in my apartment door, it opened. He was leaving to buy more alcohol.

This has been going on for eight months. My nerves are shot. I'm traumatised. I'm scared. I imagine getting home to find him dead.

Wednesday morning when I interrupted his alcohol venture, he had obviously already decided he was going to drink. We got into a big fight. I told him if he was going to drink, I couldn't stay with him anymore. He told me to fuck off and he didn't give a fuck how I felt.

I left to a friend's place for a couple days. In that time he agreed things needed to change and he was going to get a handle on it. Didn't drink Friday and Saturday. He had taken bereavement leave because his ex roommate had drank herself to death last week and he was struggling. I was compassionate. I gave him grace.

So today he went out to the grocery store and bought alcohol. He cooked me breakfast. Talked me into being okay with him having a few. He's been okay in the past. Easily has a couple and leaves it there when I'm home.

We had a conversation about how it's now or never. It's gotten to a point where I cannot continue this relationship as is. If he wants to drink, I can't stay. Buying liquor today was an awful idea. He agreed.

I took a bath and by the time I got out he was hammered. I was talking to him one minute and the next he was passed out. I got out of the bath and he was in bed watching TV. I could tell he was messed up, I asked him how much he drank in the time I was in the bath, he couldn't tell me. I checked. He'd finished the mickey in 3 hours. He was passed out and I was livid.

I went to the bathroom and when I got back he had his pants down and was pissing on his night table. I said "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!" because Thursday when he drank I stopped him from pissing in my oven. He looked shocked and concerned but pulled his (wet) shorts up and got back into bed. I'm disgusted and livid.

He needs help. Right now. I don't know what else to do. I know I need to kick him out of my apartment. I love him. He'll die without me. I know that's not my problem but I still feel it.

I'm just waiting until he's sober enough to talk.

I'm gutted.

This is for my boyfriend's Telehandler ("zoom boom") operating playlist.

Already have Rump Shaker and Boom Boom Boom Boom on it.

Yes, they are *allowed* in until 21:00, but *please,* for the love of all things holy, don't. You can take them to literally any restaurant.

The bar/pub is one of the *very few* spaces that are for adults. Let us enjoy a pint and watch the hockey game in peace.

We went to one of the only pubs in walking distance for a drink and to catch the game this evening. A bunch of people, including about ten kids under 10, were having a birthday party in the pub. The kids were shrieking, running around, coughing, and generally being disruptive.

Go to Chuck E Cheese or Olive Garden or wherever else.

Are kids allowed in your local pubs/bars until a certain time where you live? Or is this just a Canadian thing? Either way, I hate it. Maybe it's the way I was raised? My parents would've gotten a sitter.