Frustrated at Forty

Yesterday – after a nice morning sex session – we spent the rest of the morning working on some long-term projects together. It was an enjoyable day. We had plans to go to a party last night – without kids!
I didn’t know how many people were invited and to be honest, kind of hoped that we would be able to find a bathroom, removed from the festivities. I kind of like doing that and she normally is receptive to the whole idea.
Sadly the wife started drinking mid-afternoon. She had almost two or three glasses before we had left and was almost to angry-drunk mode. It was not shaping up to be a nice evening. We arrived and there were only about seven other people. The way that the house was situated, we would not be able to escape for fifteen minutes unnoticed. Oh well. She continued drinking. There’s a point – a bit after cute drunk, around the time of angry drunk – where she becomes a bit more animated. This can be good (if we are having sex) but can be bad in company. She talks as if she knows a bit more than she does and can embarrass herself – or others – without being aware of it. This was where she was last night. She actually only put her foot in her mouth a couple of times and only alienated one person – not bad.
Her path progressed to quiet, drunk lady. She has no expression and will not say anything aloud. She may mumble to herself – but it starts not being so pretty any longer. I read that it was time to go. Saying good-bye took a bit longer. She was almost angry and was babbling about nothing in particular – but it was VERY important to her. I was hoping that she would fall asleep soon. She finally did about halfway home.
I knew there was no chance for anything last night. I didn’t even want to try. She was quiet again and slipped into bed and was out.
Since the kids were away, I figured that we had a great opportunity in the morning again. Nope. Not even a good morning kiss. She was stumbling around – hangover-ish. I stayed in bed and slept another hour and half. I tried to initiate a last ditch effort but she was not receptive.
Before noon, she was hitting the hair of the dog.
In looking at these posts – there’s a correlation between having sex and her drinking. When she isn’t drinking, I’m not getting any. I’m miserable during those times. Here’s the magic question? Is it worth it? Let her drink and deal with those circumstances – but get laid…..