Worth making a note

We've been getting along ok. Pretty well. Although, I had been a little concerned that I had to add an evening meeting to my week -- a little unexpectedly -- concerned that she might react badly, since my week was supposed to be almost completely free in the evenings.....

Anyway, she'd been accepting, so it seemed. BUT, tonight, she asked (late, just as the 11:00 news was coming on) what time I expected to be home. Well, I didn't know, so I didn't guess.... told her I didn't know but didn't think it would be all that late.

BUTTTTT, she'd had a bottle of wine + tonight.... after mostly trying NOT to drink much since the really bad episode a week+ ago. She didn't stay completely on the wagon for long.... instead, just trying to "be more reasonable"....

Anyway, I had noticed some signs that she was more affected tonight than she'd been for awhile. So, I was a little wary, anyway.... probably explains why I gave what I intended to be a careful answer.

SHE didn't find it acceptable....wanted a more specific response.... got upset. I heard the sigh.... So, as I was afraid of, she was upset / bothered.... I figured it was mostly just because I was supposed to NOT have much this week....

Anyway, I went upstairs by 11:05, went to bed.... within 5 more minutes, she started to "get into it". She was really put off that I wouldn't give her a specific time.... that I should KNOW better. That she wouldn't have asked if she didn't want the information.... and I avoided it.... etc.... made much out of it...

Anyway, I avoided pointing out she'd had too much to drink. But, I started to get a little upset myself.... Tried to quit the discussion several times. She wouldn't quit, though. I finally started to feel myself getting heated and upset myself... and told her I really needed to withdraw and go downstairs. That I was getting upset and needed to withdraw and cool off.

She started to say something more, and I insisted otherwise. Then, was peeved that I wouldn't listen to what she had to say. I said, "Ok, WHAT?!" and she, finally registered I really was upset and stopped.

I went downstairs..... rested and collected myself.... then went upstairs, maybe 10 to 15 minutes after leaving the bedroom. She had the TV on (Late Show) and had passed out / fallen asleep....which tells me the mood crap was a bad combination of alcohol and her meds.

Nonetheless, it is interesting.

And, fortunately, I managed to successfully withdraw from the potential argument before it got out of hand....

I think she and I will need to talk about this tomorrow.