An Apology

Since we can't go back in time and undo what was done, what I really wanted was an apology.  What I got was more excuses.  How wonderful for me.  I spent weeks thinking about and planning a wonderful present for my grandson.  I have hours in on the making it happen part.  I asked Betty to help me and she did. She has hours in on the project.  We complete our sewing part and I bring it home intending to put it together after the kids go to bed.  Afterall it is a Christmas present. I asked for sandpaper for the sanding of the slats. Instead Dave sanded them for me and then in his wisdom decided that he needed to put the tent together before the kids went to bed.  All by himself.  And he couldn't do it because he was high/drunk or something. How hard is it to slide four slats into four sleeves and then set it upright.  Too hard I guess because it got broken.  The front panel has a seam and flaps.  And when Dave threw his temper tantrum due to not being able to figure it out it came apart.  His excuse when I came and slid the fourth slat in is it just came apart.  Yeah right.  His cursing and temper tantrum that we could hear in the house had something to do with it.
So today he commented about having to finish the tent.  The slats need holes drilled for the rope that holds them together.  I comment on the fact that it has to be repaired before it can be finished.  He simply gave me more excuses as to why it needs to be fixed.  That fourth slat is just a doozey.  No offer to try and fix it.  No offer to ask Betty to help with it.  No apology.  Just excuses.  Really? Seriously?
 Obviously now it is not a Christmas present.  It is $70 worth of material and hours of labor now just sitting there.  It is a symptom of a marriage failing.