Long story short my husband is a drinker. His drinking has caused issues our entire relationship, and though he wouldn't admit it has caused him issues before meeting me. I regret having married him and having a family with him. It was a mixture of extreme naivety and my own severe lack of self-worth after an abusive childhood.
Just over a year ago out of the blue he decided to quit drinking. It was a massive surprise since he has always denied having an issue and would always find a way to blame me. I'm "boring" etc. He had counselling and we spent many hours discussing his emotions etc. He said he had been aware of a problem for a while but was not ready to address it. There were a couple of slips but for the majority of this year, he has been sober.
Cut to Christmas and now he has started drinking on nights out again. It started with a couple and him being slightly tipsy. I raised it with him as he had asked. i.e. I gently let him know and don't get angry and shout like I have previously. He was adamant that this was not the start of anything but continued to drink at each event. By the 4th event, it had gone from slightly tipsy to completely pissed. I was so hurt and angry I couldn't speak to him at all the next day. He accused me of using him as a "human punching bag". Because like most alcoholics he finds a way to make me the one in the wrong. It can never be that his behaviour has caused my anger, it always has to be something else.
Anyway, yesterday he had yet another work party. I asked him if he was going to drink again. He assured me that he would have " a couple" but that it would not end up like the last time he went out and that he had been "silly". You can see where this is going right? I didn't hear from him all evening, a sure sign he was drunk. When I texted him at midnight because I couldn't sleep due to the anxiety it was clear from his replies he was hammered. He claimed that the trains were down and so he was struggling to get home. I could see online that the trains were running perfectly ok. What likely happened was that in his drunkenness he got the wrong one.
I got up this morning to get the children ready for school. He comes down and starts shaking his head and making eyes at me as if to say I had done something wrong. Tries to say I'm out of order for having been mad at him as he had a "nightmare" getting home. Even if that were true it doesn't explain why he was drunk. I ended up losing my temper with him and asking him to leave me alone. I strongly suspect he was still drunk. He wouldn't stop telling me how stupid I was being, how I was "acting 12" etc. I ended up completely losing it and screaming at him like a wild animal. I'm ashamed to say that our children witnessed this and were very distressed. He still wouldn't go away and stop telling me why I was the one in the wrong. I let the kids stay off school since they were upset and I didn't want to send them off in tears. That was another thing he decided to come and rant at me about causing the kids to dissolve into tears again.
He will spend the day nursing his hangover on the sofa, while I am trying to work and trying to comfort our kids, all the while trying not to cry myself. I need to leave this time. I can't go back to living like this. Constant anxiety over whether he is going to be drunk. I had started to let myself believe that was all behind us.
I don't know why I'm posting this, and unless you have experience of living with an alcoholic you probably won't understand.