I've had it.
My husband didn't come home Saturday night. He gave me a courtesy call at 4 a.m. He also called frantically after 8 a.m. wanting a ride. I told him no, and he found his way home later that day. He then hijacked the second story of my house to nurse his hangover and wouldn't talk to me. He was still up there when I woke up this morning and left for work.
He's never stayed out all night before, and I'm not willing to learn new tricks with him. I'm not living this way anymore.