What a difference a vacation makes. He's been on vacation for the last week. Today is actually the last day of it, and he goes back to work tomorrow. Things have been so much better this week, I don't know what to do anymore. Even the drinking session we had was nothing like the ones in the past. Of course, I was being a little more forceful this time around. I let him know from the get go if he thought he was going to yell or throw a tantrum or whatever, I was going to leave. It's too bad he couldn't be on vacation and already moved, then it would have been a truly perfect week.