I need to tell my husband that our marriage is over. We have been together for almost 11 years.
He is an alcoholic. He always has been I have slowly realised and we've gone through all the text book stages; denial, lying, financial abuse, co-dependancy (not in terms of me drinking, in fact I have stopped drinking altogether, but I have evolved my life to such distortion that in effect I am trapped in his addiction with him), and although we have had good and bad times over the years, everything, especially the drinking, has gradually got worse to the point I can't bear it anymore.
For now, he could just about be classed as a 'functioning alcoholic', in that he has a full time job and gets up to take our 4 year old son to nursery 3 a week mornings while I am working. But barely functioning would be a better description and I live in fear of something bad happening because of the alcohol.
I've tried hard to help him, supported him, looked after our home, provided for us financially etc. I managed to get the GP to come and see him around 18 months ago, off the back of that he had alcohol counselling and mental health counselling, but it was clear he hasn't really engaged with it and has refused to discuss it with me. His dad died aged 52 from multiple organ failure after years of alcohol abuse and I know now that my husband will end up the same way. I need to protect my son (as far as I can) from that.
So I know what I need to do... But how?! Every time I get close to feeling brave, he goes a few days without drinking, and offers to help out with things a bit more! It sends me reeling into self doubt.. What if I'm walking away just when he needs me most, how can I use his issues against him, what if he commits suicide, it's not his fault he drinks etc etc... I'm aware that I'm his crutch and that these doubts are based on nothing but it gets so difficult to think straight, especially as I work full time and have our son to look after the rest of the time. I just about get through the day so finding the time and the strength to have this conversation seems impossible.
Just to add to the difficulty, I own the house we live in. He is obviously entitled to a share as it's our marital home, but it's not like I can just take my son and our things and move out! I have been getting migraines from feeling so stressed out about telling him, but it is never The Right Time and I have grown so accustomed to walking on egg shells around him that we barely get beyond polite chat anymore so the thought of this discussion is terrifying! Has anyone been in a similar position? How did you find it in yourself to say what needed to be said?