My husband and I have been together 12 years, married 3 and have 2 daughters aged 6 and 2. Over the past 3 years his drinking became unbearable. After work he would drink 3 or 4 bottles of strong beer, a bottle of wine and several large glasses of whisky or brandy. We would sit watching TV together and I would watch him get totally wrecked every single night. Some nights he would be verbally abusive and call me a bitch, ugly or a slag. A year a go we went out to a party at friends with the kids and he got totally wrecked. We got home and he passed out on d's bed. I woke him by tickling his feet and he got into a silly play fight mood. He ended up putting his hands round my throat and kept squeezing so I couldn't breathe. I punched him in the face and he let go. This was witnessed by our 6yrold. He has no memory of doing this. It really frightened me and I told him if he did anything like it again I would leave.
2 months ago, he came home from being at the pub for 3 hours, and I was a bit off with him. He was angry with me for always getting at him. I apologised and tried to give him a kiss. He pushed me away and I kept trying to kiss him in a jokey sort of way. He ended up grabbing my ear and pulling it until I was almost lifting off the sofa. The pain was immense, I honestly thought he was going to rip it off. Our d screamed at him to stop, which he did and I ran into the kitchen with my d following me asking if I was okay.
The next day I packed and took my daughters to a hotel. The following day was spent trying to find somewhere to live, but we had no help so I had to go back home, but H agreed to leave and got a room above his local pub, of all places.
After a month of living apart, he asked to talk. He told me he wanted his family back. He then confessed that the night before he went out and got drunk and ended up kissing another girl. He was totally ashamed and mortified. He was crying and saying he'd felt so guilty. He got up that morning throwing up with anxeity and feeling suicidal. He said he loved me and only me, that he can't survive without me. I took him back and he moved in again, but I had just signed a 6 month lease on a house, so had to move out. As soon as I'd moved out I realised I had made a mistake getting back together with him. It was too soon. He hardly drinks at all now, but I just can't trust him, with the alcohol, the abuse and the kissing other women.
We still see each other practically every day and it's breaking my heart. I still love him so much and seeing him looking so much better and being nicer makes it so hard to be strong and not fall into his arms. What should I do? Feel very lonely and lost.