What if he’s just an ass?
This morning my 6ish month sober husband blew up at me in front of a repair man and it was SO embarrassing and just draining. I desperately wanted him to get sober so I could see the “real him” which I thought was sweet, caring, committed but honestly he seems angrier than ever. I’m so exhausted. And I feel so guilty because I hung so much hope on this and “I’m still not happy.”
I go to meetings and the other Al Anoners are suffering with children who are seizing, parents who are homeless, partners who can physically not stop consuming alcohol. And my guy has, after a fairly high-bottom, just kept being at least low grade miserable all the time. Maybe this isn’t about the substances? Maybe I just won’t ever get to live with him as a regulated adult?