He has a bad problem anyway, the last 3 years have been awful. He's had tonic clonic seizures, been hospitalised, got arrested for assault ( he pushed me ) spent the night in a cell, got sent to court and handed a DVPO order, wasn't allowed home for 28 days.
Just before Christmas I went into a refuge, but I missed my home too much.
Fast forward to now, as mentioned, he's going round the shop at 7 am, buying and drinking alcohol to the point he sleeps all day, has barely eaten a thing since he started this particular binge. Normally he goes a month or so being OK, this has been the longest yet.
I wake every morning with a knot in my stomach, yesterday I had a break down, I can't cope with him, but I'm scared for him. A couple of weeks ago he fell coz he was obv pissed and did his ribs in, he's lying to his work and getting it backed up with doctors notes.
I feel hopeless, so sad and miserable, I don't want my life to be like this, but why can't I stop worrying? I don't want him anymore, but when he goes back to his usual self, I start to doubt myself.
Gosh I sound pathetic reading that back, but why am I so weak that my life falls apart when he drinks, but when he's sober I feel happy .
Sorry for rambling