Today is my wedding anniversary.
Whoop de do.
"Happy" is not describing it......of the past week Mr Man thinks telling me a lie about whether or not he's drinking is the thing to do.
He knows I hate lies.
Lies just make me madder.
Tueday he went fishing with his friend Jim.....the boat was docked at 5:30pm (according to my Mom - her boat); at 7:30pm they drove into my yard and parted ways, only for Tom to go "out to eat". Claimed not to have had anything to drink.
Funny.....I smell it.
He cannot explain why he tells the tales.
He had been to the ATM........by 10pm he wasn't home, I cancelled the card.
PLUS, he doesn't understand why I'm apprehensive about the cruise with his Dad next June (Dad turns 80 in May - wanted family cruise).
I am afraid..............
I don't like confinement. I don't want to experience any anxiety attacks of my own while with "the family".
I don't know what to do.........