Now, before you all shout, "WHERE?" maybe you should write a script for a new reality show and submit it to Hollywood.

This is one of my favorite fantasies of dealing with my AH. That he wakes up out of his stupor and some angry drill sergeant is screaming his ear deaf about getting his lazy ass out of bed.

And why am I having such a perverted fantasy?

Because I'm sick how AH are molly-coddled in the country I live in (Germany). I have been convinced to send him to Round 3 of Rehab, which basically amounts to "Summer Camp for Boyish Husbands who don't want to grow up". Fortunately it's being paid by my social medical insurance & disablity, but I'm disgusted and resentful about being left with the mortgage to pay off while he earns nothing - all summer long.

He's already excited about all of the fun activities he remembers from Round 1 & 2: The Volleyball-Playoffs, the hikes in the hills, the campfires, the arts & crafts, the trips to the pool, being patient spokesman, the pranks he played on other patients.

It's like Club Med for Boys that Never Grow Up. The only thing positive that he will get out of this - is being sober for at least 15 weeks.

But when that Club Med cheese dome lifts, and he's released, then reality returns: bills, debt, mortgage and unemployment. The next beer is not far away.

It's days like this that I think: They should have never torn down the Concentration Camps in Germany. They should have kept them to scare the hell out of AHs.

I really want to send my AH to a Boot Camp, where the Son of Satan will breathe the fear of God into his stupid drunken brain.