Me and my husband have been together for almost 14 years, I got pregnant with my daughter a year in, I loved to party with him until I found out I was having her. His party did not stop, not coming home till stupid times, not being able to string a sentence together, I couldn’t get hold of him, he would sleep walk, pee the bed, the stress he caused was unbelievable, I questioned our relation ship so much! And I want to just defend him that he is the best daddy, and the best husband when sober! 110%
He stopped going out so often but would buy a beer or 3 everyday. I could be counting pennies for a pint of milk but he would always find money to have beers.
countless discussions about his drinking, countless fall outs and sleepless nights riddled with anxiety that he would either hurt himself from falling over drunk or that I would wake up swimming in his pee.
He slurs to the point you can’t understand him, he has this stupid grin that I hate sooo much! He’s embarrassing, he can’t hold his alcohol, but he can’t stop. There’s no line for him. I’ve never wanted to control his drinking, I’ve just asked him to be more considerate, plan nights out instead of random unexpected ones so that I can prepare myself and my home better. But it never happens. He’s stopped buying beer to come home with as often but he still goes through phases, and if I had known this would be what I was living with 14 years later I would have ran for miles. But the problem is, I love him so much, and he loves me, he’s almost perfect apart from the booze. I’m starting to resent it, I hate it.