Sepher
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I started back on the Antabuse last night. I've been off, what, 3 months, something like that and just trying to manage my drinking, to varying degrees of limited success, or varying degrees of total failure, whichever way you wanna look at it. I don't like taking it and I've manipulated the meds in the past, to the point of hospitalising myself thinking one reaction to it when I thought I'd out-foxed it was gonna prove fatal, convinced I was having a heart attack. I just really need some clarity right now for a while, whichever way I can get it.
As of Sunday my girlfriend and I are finished. She's already moved herself out to her friends across the Pennines, but I'm left with the 3 bed house and the stuff till the end of the month cos that's when the notice I have to give the landlord later on today will run out. As things stand I have nowhere to go but can't afford to keep the place on, so that's that. As for what we're gonna do with 8 years worth of stuff filling all 3 bedrooms and a bloody shed when she's got one room at her mate's house and I'm likely to be in a 1 bed house or flat at best is a bridge we'll cross when we come to it. We're just gonna have to extricate ourselves from our responsibilities as we pull our relationship apart as best we can.
I've thought for a long while this is what I wanted. Or at least, I've thought for a long while I can't be what she wanted. I'm an ex-heroin addict 10 years into the rebuild from that time in my life, but currently an alcoholic stuck where I am at this one. I love her to bits, she's my best mate, I've never been as close or as comfortable with anyone as I've been with her, for the most part she makes me happier than I can remember ever being before, and God I'll miss her. I can't even tell you how much I'll miss her, welling up at the thought of not having her in my life anymore, cos she won't settle for friends. It's all or nothing. 'So why are you splitting up then you daft cunt I hear you cry', and that's I guess the point of this post. Answer is, having decided I needed to end it, to the point of pushing self-destruct buttons and burning bridges to railroad myself to a point where if I bottled out of ending it myself she'd do it for me having finally had enough, I don't even know myself.
We've been together 8 years. How we got together in the first place is a tale I won't overly bore you with, but it started as casual FWBs, she already having a boyfriend overseas happy with that arrangement, but things progressed, she fell out of love with him, and into love with me. I was always concerned about that, unsure about it, because I'd not actively chosen that road, or that's how I saw it anyways. I'm an ex-heroin addict at this point, just getting in a bad way with the booze, living alone, totally isolated, no friends, family relationships less than perfect, so I wonder if I just latched onto the first thing that came my way to alleviate that. I worry that I've always been a user of her then in that regard. Hence the doubts. Am I using her? Still? Cos I couldn't have any kind of life without what she enables now we're partners on a decent combined income with a decent life-style? Maybe. These are questions I ask myself.
I'm depressed, have been for years, since being a child I believe. I'm generally unhappy then. I'm alcoholic. I'm unhappy with that. I'm unhappy with the shit I've put this girl through the last coupla years, cos she sure as hell don't deserve shit from me, and has put up with more than anyone could be reasonably asked to. I have fears that I will always be an alcoholic if I don't beat this shit, and what use will that be to her. She's looking at marriage and kids. How the fuck can I commit to that when I don't know where I'm gonna be this time next month, next year, next decade, rest of our lives, however long they are. I have fears that even if I beat the booze and we have kids I'll always be racked by guilt and unhappiness because I'll carry with me the knowledge that my bad choices in the past as regards drugs and booze mean I'll never be able to give them the life-style I'd like, or the education the kids need. I worry I'll be a bad husband and parent all round, irrational though that is.
I think I actually feel pretty strong as regards the booze at the minute, moreso than I have for a long while. I feel I generally have more clarity than of late, depite the confusion on this. Maybe knowing the crisis was coming has something to do with that, maybe it's down to posting constantly in reply to other people struggling here, always saying the same things, knowing were I to follow my own sage advice things would be fine and dandy, were it not for my alcoholic brain's resistance. I just feel stuck. I can't seperate out what are causes of unhappiness, and what are symptoms of it, which emotions are real, and which are just the booze doing its thing. I think I might be making a mistake, but I'm too damn tired to know how I feel, up all night tonight, 3 hours sleep the night before. At least I'm not drinking, but hey, it's maybe a bit fucking late for that, the damage already done.
I'm rambling. Dunno if any of this will even make sense or if it's just tl;dr, but need to get this down and park it here so I can come back to it later. Been running through my brain all fucking night so maybe the only way to stop it is to put it down, take a step back, and turn some of that objectivity and distance I use so fucking brilliantly so long as I only have to apply it to others struggling with the exact same shit on it, see if that helps.
As of Sunday my girlfriend and I are finished. She's already moved herself out to her friends across the Pennines, but I'm left with the 3 bed house and the stuff till the end of the month cos that's when the notice I have to give the landlord later on today will run out. As things stand I have nowhere to go but can't afford to keep the place on, so that's that. As for what we're gonna do with 8 years worth of stuff filling all 3 bedrooms and a bloody shed when she's got one room at her mate's house and I'm likely to be in a 1 bed house or flat at best is a bridge we'll cross when we come to it. We're just gonna have to extricate ourselves from our responsibilities as we pull our relationship apart as best we can.
I've thought for a long while this is what I wanted. Or at least, I've thought for a long while I can't be what she wanted. I'm an ex-heroin addict 10 years into the rebuild from that time in my life, but currently an alcoholic stuck where I am at this one. I love her to bits, she's my best mate, I've never been as close or as comfortable with anyone as I've been with her, for the most part she makes me happier than I can remember ever being before, and God I'll miss her. I can't even tell you how much I'll miss her, welling up at the thought of not having her in my life anymore, cos she won't settle for friends. It's all or nothing. 'So why are you splitting up then you daft cunt I hear you cry', and that's I guess the point of this post. Answer is, having decided I needed to end it, to the point of pushing self-destruct buttons and burning bridges to railroad myself to a point where if I bottled out of ending it myself she'd do it for me having finally had enough, I don't even know myself.
We've been together 8 years. How we got together in the first place is a tale I won't overly bore you with, but it started as casual FWBs, she already having a boyfriend overseas happy with that arrangement, but things progressed, she fell out of love with him, and into love with me. I was always concerned about that, unsure about it, because I'd not actively chosen that road, or that's how I saw it anyways. I'm an ex-heroin addict at this point, just getting in a bad way with the booze, living alone, totally isolated, no friends, family relationships less than perfect, so I wonder if I just latched onto the first thing that came my way to alleviate that. I worry that I've always been a user of her then in that regard. Hence the doubts. Am I using her? Still? Cos I couldn't have any kind of life without what she enables now we're partners on a decent combined income with a decent life-style? Maybe. These are questions I ask myself.
I'm depressed, have been for years, since being a child I believe. I'm generally unhappy then. I'm alcoholic. I'm unhappy with that. I'm unhappy with the shit I've put this girl through the last coupla years, cos she sure as hell don't deserve shit from me, and has put up with more than anyone could be reasonably asked to. I have fears that I will always be an alcoholic if I don't beat this shit, and what use will that be to her. She's looking at marriage and kids. How the fuck can I commit to that when I don't know where I'm gonna be this time next month, next year, next decade, rest of our lives, however long they are. I have fears that even if I beat the booze and we have kids I'll always be racked by guilt and unhappiness because I'll carry with me the knowledge that my bad choices in the past as regards drugs and booze mean I'll never be able to give them the life-style I'd like, or the education the kids need. I worry I'll be a bad husband and parent all round, irrational though that is.
I think I actually feel pretty strong as regards the booze at the minute, moreso than I have for a long while. I feel I generally have more clarity than of late, depite the confusion on this. Maybe knowing the crisis was coming has something to do with that, maybe it's down to posting constantly in reply to other people struggling here, always saying the same things, knowing were I to follow my own sage advice things would be fine and dandy, were it not for my alcoholic brain's resistance. I just feel stuck. I can't seperate out what are causes of unhappiness, and what are symptoms of it, which emotions are real, and which are just the booze doing its thing. I think I might be making a mistake, but I'm too damn tired to know how I feel, up all night tonight, 3 hours sleep the night before. At least I'm not drinking, but hey, it's maybe a bit fucking late for that, the damage already done.
I'm rambling. Dunno if any of this will even make sense or if it's just tl;dr, but need to get this down and park it here so I can come back to it later. Been running through my brain all fucking night so maybe the only way to stop it is to put it down, take a step back, and turn some of that objectivity and distance I use so fucking brilliantly so long as I only have to apply it to others struggling with the exact same shit on it, see if that helps.
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It sounds to me that you are suffering from very deep-seated self doubt and that you are projecting that out into the future. You have convinced yourself that you don't deserve the love and acceptance you found in this relationship. It is crucial that you try to separate fear of failure, fear that you are unworthy and fear of uncertainty from actual intuition that this is not the best thing for you. I don't see anything in your post that leads me to believe the latter. If it isn't right for your girlfriend, she will determine that.