Really, your husband has been in the hospital for a week because he had a heart transplant, and you have been home from work all week.  And you spend pretty much the whole time down at Linda’s getting trashed?  What is your problem?  Let me guess, your doing the “He has no idea what I’m going through” thing again? 

  Well, when you have to have a pace maker, and an L VAT (battery operated heart) for 2 years, and have a transplant.  Then I will care about what you are going through.  Until then, why don’t you consider how your husband feels.  He’s the one going through it.  It’s your choice to be going through this with him.  He doesn’t have a choice.  So cut him some slack.  I have told you that before, when you were complaining that he doesn’t wash the dishes.  (He can’t get water on his batteries.)  And when you complained that he wasn’t cleaning the house.  (He can’t bed over a lot because it will rip the cord out of his stomach.)  And when you jumped all over his butt because he wasn’t waiting outside for you with a beer in his hand when you got home.

  If it were my husband in the hospital, even with something as minor as a really bad cold, I would be there.  Not at home drinking my brains out. 

  Even if he were there for a week, my kids would be at my Dad’s and I would be at the hospital the whole time.  That’s what you do when you truly love someone.  You don’t leave them to go through it, especially something like a heart transplant, by them selves.

  It’s bullshit, and you know it.

  Go to the hospital and be with your husband, stop hanging out with the neighbors drinking your beer and getting plastered by eleven o’clock at night.