So I went out with my brother tonight. After getting out of a 10 year relationship, I thought maybe he could need a distraction. So we went to his friends house and watched the last part of a movie, and then went out to his favorite local bar. In the course of 3 hours I had 8 drinks....pretty mellow for me. I can swallow down at least 12 in that time...at least. I get home, and the ladies bitching. About anything and everything. Long story short....she threatens to call the Cops cause I told her how stupid she was being, the punches me in the nose. Nose was bleeding all over the kitchen floor (a five foot five girl CAN hit hard) all over the living room carpet, all over the bathroom.... I hate to be a bitch, but after a few more slaps, I called the Cops. After hearing our stories, she was hauled off to county...for the weekend. I'm here with my son...though the Cops insisted that my mother come over since I had some drinks (hours before!). He's finally asleep. I'm sitting here having what I feel to be a well deserved drink. Why am I feeling like the worlds biggest son of a bitch? I've been to county a couple of times, longer than a weekend....and all I can think about is her sitting there in the "County Scrubs" in that cold ass jail cell. She wont get out until she sees the judge on Monday...and thats an "if". I know at this point I have to think of my boy, and I am, but isnt that part of it? His mother? I cant help but feel that I robbed him of a weekend of being with his mom. IDK, I feel horrible no matter how you cut the cake. And say what you want...no matter what happens between her and I, she IS a GREAT mother. And I wont try to take that away from her. But at the same time, I wont be bloodied by my spouse.