Apologies for long story...
In January this year I was living with my alcoholic husband and 2 dc. Husband was off sick, drunk most days and pretty unpleasant to say the least. To add to this mix, I was ill with a chronic illness, working full time and looking after the children. At the same time, outwardly we looked like a great couple, we had a beautiful home, the usual morgage, bills, 2 cars, pets, joint friends. But even though I begged, pleaded, cajoled, supported, cryed, ignored my husband, he would not admit he was an alcoholic and things just kept getting worse and worse in terms of his behaviour.
After 4 years of torment and heartbreak and really really shitty times, I eventually said enough is enough.
It was the hardest thing I’ve had to do and go through on my own, selling the family home, getting rid of so much ‘stuff’, downsizing etc. Etc. but finally my children and I are in our own little house, I have my own own little car, and I am so so happy for the first time in a very long time.
I really wanted to post this because 8 months ago I was terrified of making the break, I thought I couldn’t do it, I didn’t think I had the strength, I was a mess, a wreck, but I did do it, I survived and am now thriving, and you can too...
If you are not happy, you have the right to be!