Right so I've just read through my posts from the past 3 years and I know I'm an absolute idiot for not leaving before. I just need some hand holding I think.
3.5 year old DS relationship is 5 years.
Partner is an alcoholic. First two years of my DS's life were just horrible with partner going missing and being drunk/pissing on the sofa etc. Eventually just before Xmas 2019 I asked him to leave, this followed him gambling when drunk and getting into 10,000 pounds of debt.
Beginning of 2020 I was really struggling, Covid happened and I took him back. Stupid I know. He's been sober all that year, and probably due to being on Furlough much better with helping with household things.
This Christmas he started drinking again, saying he was in control and he knew what he was doing etc. I've said so many times to him that it gives me full on anxiety when he drinks, I don't think that I've fully processed what happened in those two years but I think I'm probably a bit traumatised, a number of horrible arguments, him going missing, suicide threats and having to call an ambulance because he smashed his head whilst drunk is just a brief summary. I've attempted to get therapy, but I really wanted in person therapy and that has obviously not been possible. I think I've shut off some emotions around this just to be able to deal with it, and I feel really badly equipped to make decisions.
I'm in a really successful professional job, well thought of, well paid. If they knew I was putting up with this crap I don't know what they would think of me, at home it's like I don't have the strength and logic that I have at work.
Anyway, last night he finished work at 6, came home and I said I was feeling quite ill and could he do bedtime and take over a bit. He did this, I said I was going to bed early as I still felt ill. He popped back into work to check how everything was going (hospitality/second day)
Anyway cut a long story short, out practically all night, came home at god knows what hour, fell asleep in my son's bed (DS in with me) and pissed the bed. I (and DS) woke up this morning to find him naked on the sofa with his pissy clothes beside the washing machine.
So this is it isn't it? Final straw. I need some strength and logic.