My husband peed on my wedding dress the night of our wedding.

So, our wedding was on new years Eve, and we had an open bar. I knew this would be a problem because my husband does not handle his alcohol well. <br><br>During the reception, he had about 6-7 glasses of wine on top of the champagne and many beers. He was incredibly drunk. I only had 2 glasses of wine, as I had to keep an eye on him. <br><br>He went to smoke a cigarette outside and passed out in the snow right outside the door. I had to go pick him up and carry him back inside. He was heavy, and I injured my ankle for a bit, but it eventually went away. <br><br>During our first dance, he started trying to grind on me instead of dancing. He then tried to “hop” on me while we were on the dance floor, and I had to fight him to get him off me. Then he started trying to kiss me with his mouth wide open like a fish, and drooling all over me. <br><br>He spilled his wine all over my dress. At this point, he had passed out, but kept trying to come back around so he could keep drinking. I had to tell him no multiple times. <br><br>Our limo driver (a friend) came to pick us up around 2am when the reception was over, and he couldn’t even walk. I had to carry him into the limo, and then into our hotel. <br><br>I was so angry and upset, I just left him on the bed and went to the bathroom to get out of my dress and change. <br><br>He woke up, and started trying to talk to me. He didn’t remember anything. He had blacked out. <br><br>When he had to use the restroom, he thought the balcony was the bathroom. I told him it wasn’t, but he didn’t believe me. I followed him just in case. He started trying to open the balcony door. I tried to stop him but he pushed me down. I hit my head on the nightstand. <br><br>He opened his pants, and started peeing all over the balcony. I was so angry I started crying. He then came back in and started trying to take off my dress. I kept telling him to stop, and I didn’t want to “hop” around like a bunny at 3am after he had peed all over my wedding dress in the hotel room. <br><br>He got violent, and slapped me across the face so hard it left a bruise. I called my mom, and she came and picked me up. I stayed with my mom all night in my wedding dress, and she didn’t make me move. <br><br>The next morning, I came back, and he didn’t remember anything. He looked at me like I was crazy when I told him about everything that happened. I showed him the text messages his friend sent me of himself puking in the parking lot of the hotel. <br><br>I showed him the text from his friend of him trying to fight the elevators in the hotel. I showed him his phone where he had texted his friends calling me a bitch and a whore (he doesn’t remember writing those texts but claims it was just the alcohol).<br><br>I have been crying for two days. I am so depressed. I just married the man of my dreams, and he made our night a living hell. <br><br>I want to leave him, but everyone is saying it’s just the alcohol and give him another chance. I don’t even know what to do at this point.