Hi, my name is fleury and I belong to this group within a group.
Like most of you, I have a very long story. I will attempt to shorten it up!
My WH is the product of two alcholics. My father was one as well. We talked about this before we were married. I told him that I did not want to be married to an alcholic and he didn't either. I have learned that these things he said were basically meaningless.
WH had an affair with a skank that reported to him. It didn't last long before I figured it out. He continued to work with it for 18 months after D-Day. Then lost his job.
I thought things would get better if the skank wasn't in our daily lives and for awhile it seemed as though they were.
It took H a long time to get a job. I guess during that time off of work he started to drink on the sly. Just a constant thing so there wasn't anything overt that said "YOO WHOOO, I am drunk!!"
I just noticed that every now and again that he would have one beer and seemed a little too tipsy. And our arguments seemed to escalate quickly and he became the grand lecturer. It ws hell.
Then he started a job....and hated it. Instead of coping with the fact that he had to start helping support this family, he turtled and started drinking more heavily. Which of course meant that he started doing worse at work which made it an even worse job. All the while he is blaming me for his shitty life.
In December I got him to go see a doctor. Doc prescribed an AD. Well, H almost killed himself with these as he was taking them multiple times a day on top of the bourbon. I had to take the AD's away from him before he died.
Then in January, he got the 'flu'. I honestly thought he was sick. But you know better don't you? He had the bourbon flu. I found out because I took him to the ER. He couldn't fill out his name on the intake card. The doctor was not so nice. He was about triple the legal limit. I was PISSED. Read him the riot act. Told him I was done. I was NOT going to be married to a drunk. Period.
As you guessed, that didn't stop him. I told him that he could not attend our son's hockey game unless he was sober. He had 3 days to sober up, didn't do it. So he spent the weekend detoxing.
I tried to get him to go to AA. To do something. To get some support. Wouldn't do it.
He was shortly back to drinking again. Made a huge hockey weekend into a nightmare. Ended up trying to detox while we were on the road. Ended up in the ER after suffering from a mild seizure. This doc gave him meds to get him through.
So far as I can tell he hasn't had anything to drink since then. It has been 3 weeks.
He still has no support group. Just doing it to prove everyone wrong.
I don't think this will last. He will be back on it eventually.
I am dead instead. After the A, working with the Ho for so long, the unemployment and now this (Oh and he lost the new job too)I just have nothing left. Then to top it off, it feels like he is doing the 180 on me. I am like 'whatever'. I feel like I am getting him through all his life's issues and it is killing me in the process. In the end, I will be the one alone....
Is this normal? What am I in for here?
Thanks for reading.
fleury