Hello everyone,
Was hoping to post before now but it has been horrendously busy @ work (where I usually catch up during a break - bit harder to do so @ home).
Princess, I am sorry that things are so horrible for you. But Atilla is right - actions are needed now. It sounds as though you have hit your rock bottom. You need some good sound advice on what to do first and foremost - once you make that start it will start to get easier for you, please trust me. CA is a good a start as any. Have another read of LST posts - look at what had to be done to achieve what has been achieved....
Knickers, you need to start detatching from his illness and fast - are you getting any help & support for yourself?
So, what has been happening with me?
Well we went to Court last week - it was only a hearing . We go to court 'proper' in April....the list of questions from his side were beyond outrageous. And he has been stringing this along for all it's worth.
The only satisfaction I will have is that whatever he gets from me a proportion will go back to pay off the legal aid he is on (plate spinning mug here is not eligible for L. Aid) - and so we are back together in the house for another 3/12 of this crap.
It is squeezing every ounce of reserve that I have. He managed to scrub up for court (1st time in 3 years that he has had a suit on and managed to shave! And to think he used to wear one daily, be clean and fresh) but it is back to the same old same old now - rots in his pit til mid afternoon, stinking to high heaven, couldn't get out of the house for DD's 5th birthday (that's 2 he has missed), glued to the TV when he does get up but does not take in what he sees (now obsessed with Poirot - it is only because he genuinely does not remember what he has just seen!), leary & drunk, stupid expression on his face, fag ends all over the garden (at least before he used to put them into an ashtray!), going through a loo roll a day.
I'm f...... paying for all of it (bar the fags & drink)!!
Gaaaah - vent over.....
There is light at the end of the tunnel; never have I literally taken it one day at a time. Yes it could be worse....a hell of a lot worse....at least I have a job, a roof over my head, my own bedroom, a healthy DD, still have my mum, his parents (for him to go to).....yeah, always end on a big fat +ve