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A Slap of Reality in My Face
or was it really?
Date: 6/22/2006 12:57:04 PM ( 18 y ) ... viewed 3722 times So this past weekend came about and Sunday rolled around. Father's Day. Of course my fiancee and I were to go to his father's house with all the family for dinner to celebrate the day. I guess it's around 1-2pm that afternoon before our dinner. My fiancee David came home to our house from not having answered his cell phone a couple of times from my call which is waaaay out of the ordinary. He'd been gone since 8am that morning. Even more out of the ordinary for him to be gone that long of a stretch too.
He sat in the den with a serious look on his face. I just thought he was bored. As I continued to try to chit chat w/ him, he grew more and more serious. I asked him what was wrong. After dancing around with that for awhile, he went into a very serious discussion with me.
He explained he'd noticed I'd been drinking way too much and that he thinks it's a problem. He told me he wants to be with me for the rest of his life and in no way does he want us to have a troublesome marriage starting out. He said he'd seen this very thing go on with close friends of his, the alcohol damaing their lives permanently and that he'll do anything in the world for that not to happen to us. He told me he wanted to grab ahold of this situation and postpone our wedding and that we would go about doing this together. He said he wanted me back as the girl he met & was in love with and that I'd not been myself. He continued to explain that when he leaves the house he's constantly worrying about me and the stress that has brought into our home. David is a guy's guy and I have never seen him cry as long as I've known him. As he went deep into this discussion, tears came to his eyes and it just absolutely killed me.
I listened to him without a single reply. I knew that if it was hurting him this much, I'd better do something about it immediately. I explained to him that I too want a solid and healthy marriage and I'm willing to do whatever that takes. So tonight is my 3rd night without alcohol and I continue to go forward and kick it.
So now I'm really not in the mood to go to his parents for Father's Day dinner w/ the whole family, I mean, I'm upset that he's upset, I'm completely embarassed that I allowed myself to get to this point, and hurt (unrightfully so) that my fiancee is postponing our wedding. I felt many emotions all at once slamming me in the head. Because we had committed, we went to his parents.
I drove us. David took his beers in the car with him since I was the DD. I went in with a happy face, visited, answered all the questions about our upcoming wedding as if nothing had happened that day. All the while I'm thinking to myself that I have to call all my family, caterer, officiator, photographer, guests and explain our wedding is post poned not to mention his parents, my mother......AAAAUGH.
So I'm ready to get the hell out of there having turned from a sympathetic mood into a bad mood while these thoughts raced thru my head. We finally say all our goodbyes and jump in the car. I drive us home as we continue to talk a little. We pull into our driveway, I put the car into park and said, "I'm not going to be the one to tell your parents." and then I went into a full blown grand mal seizure right there in the driver's seat. I guess it was from the stress and the dehydration from a couple of nights drinking before. It scared him to death.
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