Got a call from one of H's coworkers that he is "fucked up", so I go to pick him up. I don't know how, but we get him from one car to the other. Other girl weighed maybe 120 and I have a bum knee that I can barely walk on.
On the way home he starts to throw up, so I pull over on the side of the road and he proceeds to fall out of the car onto the sopping wet grass and lay there for a good 10 minutes while I am terrified a car is going to hit us.
I get us home and tell him he can stay in the car for a while or try to come in, but if he comes in he has to get all the way inside. He immediately opens the door and proceeds to fall out onto the pavement. 15 minutes goes by and some random guy is outside smoking, so I ask him if he will help carry my passed out husband inside for $10. Thank god he said yes. H is passed out in bed now.
Funny thing is he has been drunk less than 20 times in his life, did not think I would ever see this day and hope I never do again.
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