Hi all - first time posting on here. I am feeling lonely and low so I am looking for some advice. I don't know where to turn, and I don't know what to do. Sorry if the below is mixed up. As with everything, there is a long history that links in with all of this, but I won't go into it all for brevity - even the bits I have written below have more to them, but I'm just trying to get to the point.
I (31f) am currently pregnant (23w). It hasn't been the easiest pregnancy - not because of any symptoms (I've been blessed so far in that sense), but because of my relationship with my partner (35m). He suffers from bipolar and is an alcoholic (sort of in acceptance and denial, as there is no behaviour change). I want to preface this by saying that he is (when things are OK/normal) a really lovely guy, but I am becoming doubtful that this (things being good) will actually be the reality of our lives, and if I am just holding on to hope and wearing rose-tinted glasses hoping that anything will improve/change.
Drinking has been a constant issue and he has told me many times that he is going to stop, only to start again after a few days or a week or so. It is really getting me down and I am worried about our future, as well as the life I/we will have with our child. Since January we have been in a whirlwind of craziness - my parents have travelled across the country to come and see me and stay in a hotel overnight due to a bipolar breakdown (fuelled by drinking), I had to leave the house and stay at my sister's house for a week because of another bipolar breakdown (more drinking) as well as him leaving to stay in a hotel over a weekend (last week). During these times he has said some super hurtful and vile things that I have to just get over and pretend didn't happen (because it is his bipolar/drinking...not "him") in hopes that things will get better/normal. Out of desperation, I had written a letter explaining why I had been feeling down (drinking, sleeping pills and no intimacy). He reacted really badly about it (apparently it caught him off guard) and left the house and stayed in a hotel - the day following he reached out and apologised and said he'd try to be better and make things better. He had told me he wasn't going to drink but had some beers during the week as it was stressful. During the week, however, I knew something was different (I thought it may have got the sleeping medications again, but didn't mention it as I thought I was being paranoid). I found out on Saturday that he had been hiding vodka in the car/house and had been slipping it into bottles of juice - I left the bottle on the side to confront him about it, but he found it first and lied that it was an old bottle. I confronted him about it and he finally admitted that he had been drinking it (but then was annoyed that I'd caught him in a lie like I was doing it on purpose to catch him out...?). On Sunday, he gets more beers but tells me he isn't going to drink during the coming week. Again, I am hoping this is true, but I just feel like we're going around and around in circles and nothing is getting better.
I am so stressed out - I want to stand by him and show him that he has someone by his side because I love him, but this all feels like it's spiralling out of control and I have absolutely no one to truly confide in. He won't reach out for help himself. I understand he is feeling bad, but I feel innocent in all of this (as is my child) and I am just silently suffering.
As I say, there is more to the above than I can type here.
I am ashamed of the position I've gotten myself into. What should I do? I am at a total loss. I love this man to death, but at what point do I start putting myself first and leave him to deal with these problems himself? This isn't how I saw my life panning out - not the way I thought my future husband would treat me, and certainly not the way I saw my first pregnancy ever going. Is this just life? Or is this too much?
Thank you in advance for any advice. I will be changing my username for anonymity as I would hate for anyone else in my life to know how bad things have become.