DH always seems to have an excuse to drink.
When we first met it was that his previous marriage had failed a few months before we met. Fair enough, I was supportive. I got fed up when I got told (whilst in hospital during my first pregnancy) that nothing I was going through was anything like what his ex had gone through with her major illness - it wasn't but I just needed support - same as when my crash section wasn't as bad as the general that his ex had had for her completely unrelated operation) but overall, I accepted that it must have been hard for him for his relationship to break down and then to feel guilty about knocking up his random rebound fling (ie me)
OK...so then it got a couple of years into our relationship. I had severe mental health problems, which must have been hard for him. I don't remember much from those times - I know DD1 spent a lot of time with my mum, and while I was in hospital, she was always with my mum. That isn't to say it wasn't hard for DH though, and he drank because of how hard it was.
Then his brother got seriously ill, so he drank to deal with that. Fair enough, I can't even imagine what it would be like to go through that. I got pregnant again in that time so my mental state was stable, so I didn't mind him going out and drinking all night three times a week, because of the mental strain. We moved across the country to be with his family, and I scrimped and saved to afford the deposit for a new house, and he spent the first months rent on booze, so his parents had to pay that - I'm pretty sure he blamed it on both of us.
Then his brother died. Awful, awful time. I was six months pregnant, but of course I was there for him and his family as much as I could be. He went out drinking nearly every night, but that was fair enough, given what was going on in his life.
I tried to be supportive through the pregnancy and his grieving, but there were times like when his parents were watching DD1 and I couldn't so much as roll over in bed to get my phone (I had SPD that incapacitated me) and he went "to the shop" and stayed out all night. Apparently me being so dependant reminded him too much of his ex, hence why he couldn't stand to be in the house.
Then I had DD2 (of course, a planned section was NOTHING like his exes planned back surgery) and of course he found that hard. So he would be an hour or two late home from work every night, but it was only because he didn't want to come home from work and face all the stressful home stuff without a drink, and anyway, if he came home straight from work he would be angry, and we didn't want that, did we?
Then DD2 was teething and I started work again, but of course I had to look after DD2 because she was breastfed, and so of course DH couldn't look after her. IT was my fault for wanting to work without sorting out my home priorities apparently.
Then I got ill again, so of course he had to drink to cope with that (tbf, I don't remember much of this time, I was very very ill)
Then he got back into serious drinking and cheated on me, so agreed to go to relate and AA. Relate was a waste of time, apart from bringing us closer through mocking the useless woman. AA was going well, I thought, untill I found that when he had been sitting talking to me and the kids, and told me he was googling the nearest meeting for that night in the laptop, he was actually googling a strip club.
Still, we worked it out.
I got ill again, and ended up in hospital. He was very supportive.
Then after that he had to drink to cope with me.
Then he had to drink because he was thinking about his brother.
Now it has turned into drinking because...his parents are old and apparently might die at any minute. They are in their 60's and in good health.
When he is drink, he starts off fun and outgoing, but then turns maudlin. He never actually hits people, but gets kind of aggressive in speech. He is very clever, but uses that to run rings around people on any point they make, even if I know he agrees with them - he just like to debate, even if the other person doesn't want to. He also spends the day after a session shouting at the kids and me for the slightest thing.
AIBU to say that he either needs to see his doctor and get help or stop expecting me to tiptoe round his drinking? He thinks I am being heartless because he only drinks to deal with his life.