Cartsman Kitty, tried sending private but your box is full or something.
S, I don't think I can do this anymore.
He's getting mean and I started sleeping in the other room. When I hear him coming down the steps my heart starts beating and I feel what I though would be the last feeling I would get from him, fear.
I love this man. He told me he was a drinker right off the get go but I never thought it would be like this.
When he is him, he is the most wonderful man, mostly.
Do you think I have to leave him? Do you think that by staying I am enabling him without meaning to?
You told me once that your 'BING' moment happened when your love calmly left the room after finding the bottle, you thought she was going to leave you, that that was the moment you made your choice to fight for life without the bottle screwing the moves.
Cannot live in fear. Don't have what it takes.
Thought I could do this. feel like a failure and I am worried about him. so flippin worried but this is breaking me slowly, breaking me down. I'm screwed girl. Screwed. I can't do this anymore
What did your love do to handle this when you were still tangled in bottle? How did she cope day in day out? Why can't I save him?
First up - sorry June but I'm still a greenlighter, so my inbox is funny - I don't know what's going on with it.
Ok, I totally agree with Generic. This guilt is totally typical. My other half kinda knew what she was getting into, but didn't realise it was so bad. For the most part, I was a happy drunk. I wouldn't hurt a fly. It was more my other half coming home, finding me comatose and slapping me around trying to get me to see what I was doing out of pure frustration. Thinking now, I think I would have had the same response if the shoe was on the other foot. It didn't matter if she pleaded with me not to get drunk because we had some kind of function to go to that night, I would do the same thing day in, day out. So then she began to drink more with me to deal with it.
One night, we got soooo pissed that we ended up having a fist fight that left me with a huge bruise along my jaw the next day. I had to explain it as having teeth out when people remarked. The black eye was harder to explain. She sat me down and told me then that it had to stop. She had never hit anyone, and she didn't want to be like that. I did try for a few weeks, then went straight back to how I was.
She then tried to yell at me. Which was quite often since I would be utterly pissed by the time she came home from work with the house looking like a pig sty. We would sit and talk about my behaviour in my sober moments. She recommended counselling since I had a lot of baggage from my mother/family, and I would always say what she wanted to hear, then start drinking as soon as it was a reasonable time. When she started pleading with me to stop, I would always ask for more saying that that night would be the last.
By the time the vodka incident had occurred, our relationship was kind of in tatters anyhow. She had threatened to leave me countless times in the run up to that, and we hadn't been physically close in months. So when she found the vodka bottle and didn't say a thing, I knew that that was it.
I had done so much to her over the years, and she had taken it. She had tried to help me - she took me to countless alcohol advisory services, AA, the doctors, nothing had worked. I knew that she had had enough. And, by the time that came around so had I. This chemical was destroying everything. My relationships, my body, my jobs, it was caustic. I wasn't prepared now to lose the only person who had ever truly loved me ever over it. So yes, I had my 'Bing' moment, and I knew I had a fight on my hands.
My partner of course had heard it all before and didn't believe that this time was the real thing. "The proof of the pudding is in the eating". And I had a heck of a lot of trust to earn back.
So June, I was never a violent person so I can't advise you there. If he told you that he was a drinker - he cannot have used the words 'alcoholic' surely. It really is a classic addicts behaviour - he has knowingly put you in a position whereby he knew how bad his drinking was, and STILL expected you to deal with it. It is the same as I did to my partner - I certainly didn't use the chat up line "Oh, and honey- I'm an alcoholic - you cool with that?" it would have been an instant turn off, and yet, I still went ahead and entered a relationship, knowing fine well I really should have been sorting myself out first. He has done that to you June - he should be bloody grateful that you have stuck it out this long.
When you say he's getting mean what form is it taking? Physical, mental? I would suggest straight off the bat that
if you are living in fear at any point to get out of there. You do not deserve this. It is not your problem that has to be sorted. And, to be honest, he is showing zero sign of wanting to sort out his problem. You've mentioned in previous posts when you talk to him about his drinking he just goes straight ahead, and drinks more.
"When he is him, he is the most wonderful man, mostly". The mostly at the end suggests doubt. However, does he have sober times? Do you guys sit down and talk about his problem? What does he say?
Woman to woman - I know that we women do need a hell of a lot from relationships. Honestly June - what are you getting from him when he is like this? My partner said that when I would have my sober weeks/months she at least knew that I had it in me to beat it eventually. Is there anything that he does or is doing that makes you think at least he wants to try and give it up?
YOU ARE NOT A FAILURE. This is totally not a fight that you should have to take on. You cannot make him sober if he doesn't want to at least help himself. You don't have to worry about him either. Us alchies tend to follow the same pattern - get up-drink-run out-go to the shop to get more- drink- collapse.
You said that this is breaking you slowly, and in a previous post that you were drinking more because of this. My partner said that she had never drank so much in her life until she was with me. Any sunny day, we would be out in the garden drinking 'pimms' from 11am til around 4, I would stagger round to the shop to get me 12 cans of beer, and her 2 bottles of wine. That was a weekend. Of a weeknight, I would drink 8 cans of beer and my partner would drink a bottle and a half of wine. The eight cans of beer would be on top of what I had drunk in the day. Now, my partner is a teacher - she didn't like turning in for work feeling like shit every morning, and was starting to worry for her health.
You do not deserve this June. I'm afraid it may be time to go - if he is seeing that you are putting up with it and being a 'good little woman' and not saying anything, of course he will continue. If he sees true action, maybe he will be started into action.
Let us know how you go, and remember June - if you are really, really scared of him - get out of there now.
