I posted about this before and also under the name Badrowtonight.
Long relationship with DP and his drinking has always caused problems. I could give so many examples. I've stuck it out because the sober and not-being-a-selfish twat side of him is just right for me. But that man is only here sometimes.
I've wavered over ending it for years. Today was the last straw. He went out for milk at 12.30 and returned at 5 after another little pub crawl.
I asked him this week that if he's going out drinking, fine, but tell me so I don't waste yet another day of my life hoping he'll come home and we could do something together.
He said he didn't rember saying that (he seemed to be finding the whole thing amusing when he got home). I said it was a shitty way to treat me even if he didn't remember and he quietly agreed.
Then I did it. I told him we were over and he needs to move out. He just shrugged and went upstairs.
I'm numb. This isn't what I really want, but I can't have the relationship I want with him either, I know that. I think he loves me. He loves drink more. I'm so sad that it has come to this. I have tried talking to him so many times. It never works. My heart is breaking that he has knowingly thrown away something that should have been so good.
I'm scared that it's really happening. I don't want this to end, but I can't continue any more. I'm lonely now but I'll be lonelier, I don't make real friends, I've only really got 1 and she isn't local. I'm 55. When we retire we would have just scraped by together OK and, but on my own I'm facing poverty when I stop working . Fucking hell. What am I doing? Why can't he accept he has a problem and do something about it.
Sorry this is a long waffle on. I don't know what I'm asking here. This is awful.