A note to remember...

He had drunk enough last night.  I got back this morning to realise, from his wobbling condition, that he had been drinking again.  Only three apparently (which means he drank so much more than I thought yesterday).  I said he had to stop.  I've never done that before.  I don't want my weekend ruined.  He said he would stop. I've come down from upstairs to find the four cans that were left are now only two!  I don't have the energy to be angry and what's the point of being disappointed.  It just sums up exactly how much he loves me, since actions apparently speak louder than words.  Whilst I am not going to let it ruin my weekend I also don't want to forget this step on the way to me discovering me.