My husband (who I have known for 8 years- and is well aware of my irrational fear of vomit) came home from a UFC party tonight so drunk he could barely speak (he doesn't generally drink). He V* all over my front lawn, and our front stairs. He was v* for over an hour. I had to call my ire fighter friend to come and get him because I could not deal with him while he was v*. I am so hurt. He knows how afraid I am and how much I have struggled with this for MANY years, and he did this to me. Its 4 AM and there is no way I will ever get back to sleep. Ugh. I just needed to vent. Thanks. Hope everyone else's night is better.