My husband comes home drunk from work most nights. He stops to get a bottle of vodka on the way home, and its gone by the time he pulls in the driveway and stumbles into the house.
I’ve called the ambulance several times, and they usually just ask him if he wants to go to the ER, he mumbles “no.” and they leave. Then I have to stay up for hours watching him to make sure he doesn’t choke on his own vomit or stop breathing.
They actually took him to the ER yesterday because he wasn’t able to tell them what day of the week it was. He told the EMTs and the nurses that he hadn’t had anything to drink. His BAC was .410 - but I’m sure that’s about how drunk he is almost every time he drinks. I followed the ambulance but left him there and came home to sleep. He somehow managed to get home on his own. I found him on the couch this morning, and he got up and went to work, still drunk - i’m sure.
He came home again drunk tonight. Stumbled to the front door and struggled for minutes to open the door.
I know I probably should, but I just can’t bring myself to call the ambulance again, for the millionth time. It seems completely pointless, expensive, embarrassing, and all it does is kick the can down the road one more day. Am I a terrible wife?