Fuck it.
About 5 weeks ago I went on bender.
Drunk 8 bottles of Desperado, and just under a bottle and half of Vodka, in about 4 hours.
I was proper golloping it down.
Went to bed, fully clothed, Rachel took great offence to me getting in bed and asked me to sleep downstairs. I of course refused.
A great argument ensued, I proceded to beat fuck out of the bedroom with my fists.
The police were called, I was arrested and taken to the police station, and locked up for the night.
Both hands were swollen, and I know I broke at least one bone in each and, but I couldn't have casts because I wouldn't be able to work.
I had to ask the staff where I was I was that pissed.
I phoned Rachel, and she drove the 11 miles to collect me.
At no point was I 'a threat' to my wife, my kids, or the dogs. But I did quite a bit of damage to the bedroom walls.
Rachel was pretty cool about it all, but only because she's fucking ace.
I've no idea why I drank like I did, or what was the trigger.
I felt so fucking ashamed afterwards, my youngest son Sam still worries when I have a beer/vodka.
Not happened since, and I've had a few bad days at work, I never touch alcohol Sunday to Thursday, but Friday and Saturday are 'trigger' days.
Went on works outing last Saturday, only had about 7/8 pints and a few Jaeger shots but wanted to rip a guys head off that was taking the piss out of my son. Had the fucker up aganst a wall and was about to bite the c*nts face before I was dragged off.
Not sure if I need to lay off it completely, or seek anger management.
Me and my wife have had a few almost every night this last week, and I just get chilled.
Sorry for the great unburdening on christmas night fellas/gals, but I needed to get that off my chest.
Shane.