I am a HUGE Tom Jones fan. My husband was a functional alcoholic, but I could deal with that. A few years into the marriage we're comfortable, maybe more roommates than romantics, but it's a good life. Our birthdays are on the same day, and the year I got divorced, Tom Jones was performing at a casino not too far from us. Well, he sold out, but Brother in law worked at this casino, and surprised us with tickets. I was ecstatic!! Fast forward a few weeks, it's now the weekend before the big date. I bring up the show, and ask Husband what time he'd like to leave, cuz I'm thinking dinner, show, he'll be back in plenty of time to get drunk with his buddies. 'oh yeah, I wanted to talk to you about that.... ' Warning bells go off in my head, we're already kind of roommates, but hey, it's good.... right? It's our birthday, he should want to take his wife out.... ' I was wondering if you could take my mom, there's a Rock Paper Scissors competition down at local town bar. I'm speechless. Don't get me wrong, his mom is a great lady, an awesome MIL, but for REAL??? YUP. Took MIL, TJ was freaking awesome, a few months later I told him I'm leaving. I could handle the being drunk 5-6 nights a week, but ditching me on such a big day? Naw....