Our basement was stuffed full of things saved “we might need”, I piled a lot of medium to small stuff against the locked door to the gun closet. ALOT of things, I knew he would get distracted and tired trying to get through it. He never got through it, I think he forgot about them too.
I felt somewhat unsafe from his intermittent tirades and wandering around, especially at night. I told him I was going to sleep in one of the kids bedrooms because he was waking me up with the up and down. He didn’t like it, but didn’t argue. I slept the best sleep in months behind that locked bedroom door.