Thank you everyone. Again OP, my apologies, I didn't expect this to happen to your thread.
Sometimes I feel sorry for myself. I look at others and wish I had the hearts and flowers they have. But I am mostly satisfied with my lot. When I am feeling evil I imagine DH dying and being able to mourn him. In truth I mourned him long ago, my love for him died 4 years ago and I've been 'going through the motions' ever since. Sometimes when he is drunk I sneer at him before I can stop myself. Then I feel guilty. He never remembers though. He doesn't remember anything we talk about once beer 5 is on board.
LeQ you have scared me. I like you a lot but I don't want to listen to you. You make sense.
You are right AF, I am ashamed of him, and I am ashamed of myself. I am ashamed that I didn't do something, that I didn't walk when DD was just a babe, when I didn't love DSD the way I do. But I didn't, and I bear that cross without malice. I just can't do it now, I reall can't and I have accepted that.
He would collapse if we left. DD and I are probably the only reason he keeps a lid on the drinking. At weekends he may start at 2, and goes to bed to 'stretch out his tummy from such a big tea mum' at 7 and often doesn't reappear. On holidays he will drink pretty much all day and I resent him more then. Right now he opens his first can the minute I walk through the door. Without a reason to hold back (DD) he will drink himself to death.
I have never spoken like this to anyone. A friend knows quite a bit, knows what he is like but not the extent. There are divided loyalties in play.
I enable him, I know that tonight and I am ashamed. I cannot do this here any more. I don't want these wounds opened.
Thankyou isitjustmethen, maybe I will one day. But not yet.