Hi all, I?ve been reading, lurking, thinking, monitoring behaviours etc so haven?t been posting much in recent weeks. I hope its ok if I have a bit of a rant/ moan/ cry here, where I know you all understand. Unfortunately.
We had quite a bit of improvement due to various things we were making an effort with, but over the last few weeks it?s been ever decreasing circles, the gaps between the good moments getting shorter and shorter. His drinking has been frequent, not heavy but frequent.
I did a count and in 28 days he has been to the pub 19 of these days. Some of those days would include more than 1 visit i.e. afternoon and evening. Somebody please tell me that I am right when I say that this is not normal and is an indication of an issue. I am sick and tired telling him this and sick and tired of being told ?I only go there to get away from you?.
Then last night he went there after I went to bed early after an exhausting mind fuck of a day, veering between ?you?re a stupid/ mental bitch, your children don?t even like you, you dare to move out and take them and you will suffer?, and niceness and normality. I got the abuse because I gave him grief for going to the pub yesterday afternoon and not coming home until closing time. Also because I asked him to get out of bed before lunchtime so we could do something with the kids. My own fucking fault for being stupid enough to hope that we might try to act like a family in odd time.
Anyway this morning I lost the plot and really feel like I am at breaking point today. We literally had £25 left until I get paid tomorrow. Both cars have the fuel light on and I had to go work this morning, he had to do school run. So I went to my wallet early this morning to take out the £25 so we could take £10 each to put a little bit of fuel in each car, and £5 over to buy bread and milk. It was gone. He had spent it in the pub. I?m ashamed to say that I completely lost it. He was in bed with the kids (they come in every morning for cuddles after they wake up) ? I stormed in there, called him every name under the sun, slammed the door then collapsed sobbing in a heap. All I achieved by doing that was that I upset myself, I upset my children, and I gave him an example of how ?mental? I am.
I really feel like just curling up in a ball under my desk today. 
Apologies for completely ignoring everyone else in my post, I'll do some catchup reading and post later, love to all of you that are struggling to keep their heads up and keep strong..