Well, here I am, finally realising I'm living with an abuser. I've known it for a while but just "got on with it" I suppose. We both have good jobs, him especially. Our kids are grown up but I've had enough tonight. As soon as I say anything he disagrees with I'm a "looney" he calls me by a different name at these times. He drinks at least a bottle of gin a night when we're at home and I'm sick of worrying about his health. You see, to him a bottle of gin is "normal" and I'm "over reacting". I'm always the one whose in the wrong, only, I'm not in the wrong, that's not normal. I'm absolutely sick and tired of trying to reason with an alcoholic. That's what he is and it's incredibly sad to watch the man I married all these years ago being a slave to alcohol. As soon as he gets pissed I used to back off, agree with him and basically be a doormat. I'm fed up of being a doormat. I'm fed up of his drinking and I hate when he calls me "Linda". That's what he calls me when I disagree with him or mention his drinking like I'm some sort of different person. Does that make sense to anyone? As soon as I disagree with him or mention his behaviour is unreasonable I'm "Linda". I was called a feminist cunt tonight for daring to suggest we do something else other than lie on a beach every day on holiday as I'm bored with a beach and him drinking from 10am every day. It's not just about the holiday but it's EVERY night when he finishes work. EVERY FUCKING NIGHT. I'm so tired of it all.