I need some input from fellow moms to see if I am overreacting or if my indignation and anger is called for. My husband who I think drinks entirely too much but that is a completely different post, told me he was having some drinks with coworkers and the boss this evening, keep in mind this was at 4. So at 9 he comes home with the announcement he has a drunk co-worker with him who he has offered to sleep it off until morning, in the basement room which is in the process of being turned into my massage therapy room. We still have the queen size bed in there but my massage table is in there, all my meditation stuff; that is my quiet space , full of serene energy, positive vibes.. He did not run this by me. He just shows up with this dude, I have two kids, my ten-year-old daughter is up while this is going on. Number one she gets to see her dad with a buzz ( something we already are dealing with), put some stranger just comes in obviously drunk to pass out in the spare room. Not for nothing but I was planning on going down there tonight and working on a puzzle since I just put my son to bed, and now I get my quiet evening ripped out from under me with no discussion about it. I have proceeded to talk my daughter in now and I'm sleeping with her tonight because I'm too pissed off to sleep in my room. I don't even want to look at my husband right now much less sleep beside him.
We are not 20 years old and single anymore. I just don't think this is the behavior of a married father and it's not appropriate. He could have paid for an Uber for this guy if you wanted to be nice, why offer your house up even if you live 5 minutes away. You have a wife and kids at home. It's just not cool. But if I talk to him about this, I'm going to be the bad guy and I'm going to be the one making a big stink about nothing so I'll probably end up pushing this down and eating my resentment like I usually do about alcohol related things and it's going to Fester. I feel like I do not get the respect that I need in this marriage and I don't know what to do about it anymore because I don't like the example that I'm setting for my daughter. A huge problem is he's not a Christian and I am, when we met we both were partiers but that was in 2000, people change I've grown up and I feel like he hasnt. Sorry for book. I literally have no one to talk to about this. I have no family in Connecticut and I don't really have any really close friends here that I can bear my soul to, my church family maybe, but I've never really been one to cry on the shoulder of people, I've always been the one people come to.