- 3 years ago
Ok, I will try to keep this brief and level headed. But full disclosure, I am pregnant and quite emotional.
Last night was one of the most chaotic and stressful nights of my life. My Darling Husband and his brother/friends decided to drive to a larger city 1.5 hours away to go to a baseball game. Around 3:30pm, I got a crytpic text from my Darling Husband sayng, “Cn you pick us up” It was very confusing due to the spelling/grammar error and I tried calling back rigth away (while at work). He didn’t answer. I texted a few times and didn’t think much of it. About 1 hour later, I became more concerned and continued to call, with no answers. So I called his brother and the other two guys they were with. It took me about 20 minutes to get ahold of one of the guys. He was clearly very inebriated and said he hadn’t seen my Darling Husband in about an hour. The last he saw, my Darling Husband left their seats to go to the bathroom and never returned. So naturally, panick ensued. Unfortunately, the guy was way too drunk to know what was really going on and I decided to call the stadium’s security.
Security told me that my Darling Husband had been involved in a situation and was arrested. I was so confused because my Darling Husband is very calm, well controled person who does not drink. He maybe has 1-2 beers a month. I asked for more details, but they wouldn’t share and only said he was taken away by police and taken to the local station. So I proceeded to call all 4 police stations near the stadium. None of them had record of picking him up. I literally went back and forth for an hour calling police stations, the stadium and local jails to figure out what was going on. I got nowhere. So I jumped in my car and drove 1.5 hours to the city. On the way, I called all of his friends/brother, who were all in different parts of the city and drunk. I told them all to just stay put and I would figure it out later.
I then proceeded to visit the city jail, the police station and finally detox, after all of them said that’s the last place he could be. I still didn’t think he could be there because he doesn’t drink that much. Well, I showed up to detox and it was a nightmare in there. Due to HIPPA laws, they wouldn’t tell me anything and couldn’t confirm a patient’s presence there. They started inquiring if I was drunk, saying I had to leave and I was literally in tears and losing it. I told them I just drove 1.5 hours, I was pregnant, stressed, scared and just wanted to know if my husband was alive. I hadn’t heard from in 3.5 hours at this point and needed answers. They still refused. Thankfully, as they were forcing me out of the waiting out, my Darling Husband was brought through by a nurse and he told them who I was.
I was in complete shock and disbelief he was standing in there. I then learned that he had been at the game, was drunk (drank 4-5 beers over a few hours, accoridng to receipts) and had began throwing up in the bathroom. So stadium security sent him with police to the hospital ER, then they transported him to detox. He was actually quite coherent when I briefly talked to him, but he couldn’t remember what happened. The nurse though altitude and hydration may have been a factor (the city is much higher in elevation that our city). Throughout the course of al of this, he lost his phone and his ID as well. By now, it was 8pm and they wouldn’t release him from detox until after 12am. I knew I needed to get his friends back home and I was not going to wait in my car for 4.5 hours waiting for him to be released. So I called my brother who lives in the city and asked him to pick him up around 12:30am.
I got home later and got a call from my brother that my Darling Husband had been picked up at 1am and was going to their place. At this point, Darling Husband is still at my brothers. I haven’t really talked to him and I am at a loss for weirds. This is so out of character for my 32 year old husband who has never been drunk in the 16 years we have been together. I know people make mistakes, but for goodness sake, this one is a huge one for him. I know the detox/hospital bill is probably going to be over $1,000 and we are expecting our first child in 7 months….what the f**k was he thinking?!?!?
I guess I just don’t know how to respond and move toward forgiveness. I just feel really hurt and frustrated that all of this happened. I won’t see him until this evening (I have to go to work) and I just don’t even know what to say to him at this point.
Any advice would be appreciated.