I woke up at 3:30 am yesterday and realized DH was not home. He works nights as a manager at a restaurant and sometimes doesn't get home until like 1am. But it was 3:30 and I hadn't heard from him. I got really nervous, I couldn't go back to sleep until I knew where he was. I made some tea, and called his best friend who he works with to see if perhaps they were hanging out. Though its totally not like DH to not call to let me know that he is going out after work. His friend didn't answer his cell. At 4:15 I really started to freak out. I called his friend several more times, because the last I had heard he had left work with him at 10:45pm, so I figured maybe they had gone out for a drink and then because the roads were icy, DH had decided not to drive home. But I couldn't figure out why he hadn't called. He always calls, even if it's 3am, he'll call. At 5 am I'm getting hysterical. I know something is wrong. I think by this time DH's friend must have had about 10 missed calls on his cell. At 5:45 I called my mom, because I couldn't handle it anymore, I needed some advice. She told me to just wait, she figured he probably fell asleep at his friends house and he'd call soon. The thing is, we only have one car. I use the car in the morning to bring dsd to school and drive myself to work. at 7am when dsd got up I called the police. They ran his liscence plate number and told me that they did have custody of his car, but they couldn't tell me wether he was in an accident or if he was arrested or what. The woman gave me the phone numbers to the jail, and to the two hopitals that he would have been taken to. I called the jail first, the guy said he wasn't there. I lost it. I knewthat if he wasnt in jail, that he MUST be in the hospital. I called both hospitals, he wasn't there either. No one could tell me where he was. I was absolutely hysterical. It was 8:30am, I'd been awake since 3:30 and no one could tell me anything except that they did have my husbands car. Finally I called the police impound place where the car was and the woman was able to tell me that my husband had been in an accident but he was not injured and had been booked for reckless driving and a DUI!!!!! I was so glad he was okay. But I was soooooooooo pissed at the same time. He finally got home at 11am. I bawled and bawled because I had spent so many hours fearing that he was dead or injured and it was so good to see him. But after getting over the relief of seeing him, the reality set in. Our entire savings is going to go to all the fines. We'll have no money left over. All of the money we've put aside for my maternity leave is going to be gone. And our car may be wrecked. He fell asleep behind the wheel and all he knows is one tire is flat. He doesn't know the extent of the damage. I don't know what he was thinking. He's normally so responsible, especially when it comes to drinking. I guess he went to have a quick drink with his friend at a bar where their friend was the bartender and even though he claims to have had only three drinks, they must have been really strong ones. I'm just so disappointed. And I'm really scared about what this is going to do to us financially. We were barely hanging on by a thread as it was. I told him that since he works nights at the restaurant, he's going to have to find a morning job as well. I told him that I'd make sure rent got paid and I'll make sure we've got food on the table, but it's up to him to pay for the fines, get the car fixed, buy a new car if we need one, and to save money for my maternity leave. I told him he needs to work at least 65 hours a week to make me happy. Ugh, sorry for the long vent, ladies. I just needed to get it out. I love him so much, I just can't believe he would do something like this and put us all at risk. Oh, and he told me he's quitting drinking, too. I told him we'll do it together. I've gone 6 months without a drink and it's been easy for me.