This morning he went to the chemist to collect his script asked for my bank card to get some fags and i also needed some painkillers so i handed it over willingly, deep down i knew he'd prob want/buy some beer but with it only being 9am i thought he might of thought it abit early or should ask before spending someone else's money? Seems thats not the case at all he brought booze n the stronger one at that, i had an incline when he walked in that he'd been drinking but didnt want to accuse him even thou i could smell it on him! My son picked up a can a couple of doors down n said he had seen luke put it down on the wall before he walked in, its annoying me how hes hiding the cans ,so i asked him he said he hadn't been drinking to which i replyed "dont lie to me", then he confessed he only had the one i asked him why he lied about it a he said it was a joke not a lie. Im getting so fed up of the lies and empty promises its getting me down and he is constantly saying i have a face like a slapped arse and im a kill joy, but i cant relax its like im waiting for him to become a ***** with me the outcome which i know will happen. I know for definite hes had one super ten today but my daughter walked into the front room with another two emptys so thats 3 emptys ive seen and now has just returned from the shops with at least another one that i can see. Ive made my excuses and jumped into a bath to try n relax as well as get some space i dunno wether to attempt to talk to him or just stay quiet n out the way for the rest of the evening? Whats the best thing for me to do?