Attila,
Sorry if I'm butting in, but it isn't easy to switch it off. The love, I mean. I don't think for a moment any of us "love" the abusive, violent, spaced-out, booze-dependent chap. But we certainly loved the person they were before they became the person they are now.
It's a massive feeling of loss, like being widowed, but only you knows it's happened. I think Ginny is mourning too, but what do I know? It must be so difficult to see him day in and day out, not having an option... I'm so sorry, Ginny, I'd find it unbearable.
I would have done anything for the person DH was and would never, ever given up on him. Regrettably, he is not that man anymore, but I can help but thinking he is hidden in there, and that one day he may be back, in his own time. No loyalty towards the drunk, just stewarding the shell so that my old soul mate can find something not too damaged to return to.
Thinking, feeling like this, I'm sure I've made a rod for my own back over the years, so you'll be well within your right to tell me off - gently, please .
This weekend I put my cards on the table and asked him in all seriousness to leave for good. I meant it, and I know he knows I did. I told him why exactly life cannot carry on this way for DS and I, and that if he wanted to be a part of our lives at all, it was still in his hands. He has decided to go back into residential treatment - local authority has a waiting list, I guess we'll find out today when he's likely to be admitted.
Feeling numb, overtired. Still at the start of another bloody long road.