My instincts proved right: he drank
I’m only 27. He’s much older than me. He’s 42 and he has been an alcoholic since long before I met him. I never encountered alcoholics in my life other than my father who left when I was 6. So the little memories I had of loving an alcoholic were full of youthful adoration.
The past 3 years with him ruined my life. I lost friends, I became detached from my family, and I sold all my priced possessions to make up for the days he would be too drunk to pay a bill. The fights, the yelling, the crying, the moments when I wanted to jump off the ledge because I felt so alone in handling everything.
But they were also the most beautiful: the trips abroad, the beautiful hotels, houses, the beautiful family we built with our beautiful daughter. I would do it all again if it meant I get to keep my daughter. Even just to myself. I don’t care about anything or anyone else.
10 months ago he started working on being sober. The past 10 months have been the most beautiful growth I’ve seen in both him and me. Our family felt like a real family.
Until he stopped counting. And then he stopped talking about being sober. And then I start seeing signs of drinking. But never a drunk man until last night.
I didn’t confront him. I was too tired. I sent him this message instead:
“I genuinely hope you figure out what you want to do and how you want to do it.
You know that this home and this family would not survive without you, so there’s no question about where Mattie and I will be. This is where we’re supposed to be.
But you and I both know that she cannot grow up with alcoholism and disorder around her.
I will keep taking care of her, and I will keep holding it down here at home. But I also know that I cannot face this again. So I’m going to let you figure out what you need to do.
I cannot have a broken heart while still being a good mother. It’s just not possible.”
He responded bitterly. Saying he wanted to spend time with me and that’s why he took the time off work. He said he was feeling cooped up and lonely. He said when I felt the same, he made sure to take me out and make me happy. He said that he wishes the same care would be extended to him.
And from those words came a real anger inside me. He had the nerve to make me feel guilty for his drinking. The nerve to make me feel guilty over ever being sad. The nerve to tell me I do not extend the same care to him because I do not want to be around him when he’s drunk.
I turned my phone off and went to sleep.
So today, the morning after I find myself lost. A few comments from here told me this isn’t an emergency and as long as I am safe, I don’t have to think about the rest of my life now. This helped me get through the night.
But now I do not know how to get through the day, and the tomorrow, and the week after. Please help me, what’s next?