i’m an alcoholic born to an alcoholic mother and raised by alcoholics.
i first got pass-out drunk aged 8. i finally quit at 41. i was a rock-bottom, lost-everything alcoholic and i very nearly died.
i got sober 6.5 years ago. about 6 months in, i met a lovely man, fell in love and moved in with him. can you guess the punchline? yep. raging alcoholic. i thought i could save him, despite knowing from my own experience in AA that only an alcoholic can save the,selves.
finally the lies, the rows, the hiding booze, the outright denials and actually the downright unpleasantness as a recovering alcoholic of being around someone who smelled of booze the entire time became enough for me to leave.
he now spends his life sitting in the bedroom of the beautiful house we chose together, drinking himself to death. he has 9 fewer teeth than when i met him. he is 45, looks 10 years older. the alcohol is ravaging him and may ultimately kill him. i can’t do anything about that.
OP, the freedom that comes from not being around him is immeasurable. i moved from a big, beautiful house in the country to a studio flat on the outskirts of town. i live alone apart from my cat. i’ve been shielding on and off since March. i could never have done it trapped in that house with him.
he will not change until he wants to. in AA the general view is that alcoholics who cannot recover are headed one of three places - jails, institutions or death. you don’t have to stick around and watch the race to the bottom.
get out, as soon as you can. if he quits, that’s brilliant and after a year of sobriety you can see if anything is salvageable. but your only option right now is to leave.
i’m so sorry. alcoholism is such a horrible, insidious disease. i hope you can find a solution, and soon.