god, i wish mine didn't drink...
he really wanted to go out and watch the rugby tonight, so i reluctantly agreed (knowing full well what would happen)
anyway, he sank 3 bottles of wine on his own, picked a fight in the pub and yelled at me.
i left to go home, he wouldn't come with me (he headbutted a wall to make his point...
), so i went on my own.
when i got home i tried calling him, he wouldn't answer. eventually when he did, he said he didn't know where he was. he was hysterically drunk and really upset.
so i had to go out in the car into central london and after much searching, (during which his so-called friends who had lost him walked off and left me, saying "just leave him" - as if?!) eventually found him almost comatose outside a tube station...
i'll be stinking mad at him tomorrow for this, but in the meantime i'm just desperately worried. he's sleeping on the lounge floor now (and i've got a bit of water into him) but he's been delerious since i found him.