he tried to play it off. He walked straight to the back bedroom to use the bathroom. He came back with minty fresh breath I could smell on the other side of the sectional. I just looked at him thinking, "you're drunk", or "are you drunk?", or "maybe you're not drunk"....guessing, second guessing...over and over until he asked why I was looking at him like that. I said it was because he is drunk. He said he wasn't. I told him I'm tired of second guessing my gut and I know he is indeed drunk. He lied again. So I rephrased it asking if he drank tonight. He answered he did have a few drinks. DUH!!!! I told him that it is unacceptable, started to cry and left the room. I've been holed up in my room every since.
I'm going to have to ask him to leave tomorrow until further notice. I would ask him tonight but he was drunk and I don't think its right to ask that and put lives in jeopardy on the roads. Pray that I have strength to follow through or everything I've said to him will mean nothing. Everything I believe in will mean nothing.