Name change as this is so personal.
Been with DP 8 years. His drinking has always caused issues. There have been a number of crises where I've nearly left him, he sorts himself out for a bit, then it picks up again. During lock down things were better, obviously, although not perfect, but now he's able to go out drinking again, and I can't bear the thought of the rest of my life being like this.
He would deny having a drinking problem. I think he's a high functioning alcoholic. He goes AWOL, he lies about where he is, he lies about how much he's been drinking, he raids our joint bank account, he drink drives, he is annoying and embarrassing when we are out and he drinks (won't stop talking to people who obviously wish he'd just fuck off). He chooses to spend time drinking with friends or strangers, rather than bewith me, to excess. He denies everything. He reinvents history. He pretends he can't remember and that I am making things up.
Why the hell am I finding it so hard to end it?
When he's sober he's great.
I still love him...i think. I don't like him at the moment.
It would be my 3rd failed serious relationship, which is embarrassing.
I don't really have many friends, I don't fit in and think I may have ASD, I'm mid 50s and would be looking at a lonely life very much on my own.
We could be so happy if not for this. He's happy as Larry, but I'm not.
He loves me, I think, but I also suspect he just likes the lifestyle he gets with me (he is lower earner).
I know he will never change. I feel so depressed today as I've mostly accepted it's over. I know it could be wonderful but that's just a fantasy of life without the drinking.
How do I get the courage to end it. I'm worried I'd be more unhappy if I do. I suppose currently I'm I'm happy some of the time, meh a lot of the time, and unhappy some of the time. What if I just lose the happy bits? Last weekend was lovely, this weekend has been crap.