And won’t address it.
I have even started drinking the cool aid of delusion, to coin a phrase. It’ll go something like this
H will appear upbeat after work. He is sober. I know what’s coming. He’s going to be drinking that night. I have feelings of anger, internal rage, sadness.
Once the drinking starts, he’s chatty, easy going and funny. So funny. Wants to have conversation with me he wouldn’t have otherwise. He’s happy and content. He might listen to some music, always watches short clip funny videos and shares them with me. He seems at peace with life and his lot.
The next morning, if it’s a work night, he will always announce he’s working from home that day. And he’s fine in the morning, still quite upbeat.
Afternoon comes. He’s low in mood. Wants to eat constant crap. Raids the fridge and cupboard. Depressed. Tired. Very tired.
Late afternoon/evening, he is dead behind the eyes. The morning after this, he’s quiet and won’t talk very much at all. Insists he’s fine.
And that’s that. The cycle is over and will start again, probably Friday night if he’s not too tired.
He does this twice a week. Meaning he’s recovering for about 3 days a week or so in total.
I can’t escape it. I feel like I myself am fooled that it’ll all be fine, and I like the man he is when he’s drinking.
What on earth has happened? Why can’t I get my head around this?
I Love him. And I can’t leave him. I need him practically,
But it’s having a horrendous impact on my life and he never wants to do anything anymore with the kids on a Saturday. Claims he’s too tired or unwell. When questioned about alcohol usage, says that’s not fair and he’s just tired/doesn’t want to/isn’t well.
Its like he genuinely believes this.
I don’t drink any alcohol. Never smoked. So I can’t relate to how it makes you feel because I’ve never liked the taste. But I know this isn’t right
He has turned to me before and announced he needs to give it up. Turned to me again at different times and said he needs to ‘just keep to a once a week or so thing’. But it never sticks
It is what makes him happy, content, relaxed.
He is drinking either alone in the living room or maybe around me chatting. Doesn’t go out to do this
If I ask him to come and see my family, he will say ‘well you know this means I’ll have to drink Sunday too then’. If there’s anything in the diary to see his mum or anything, drinking is on the cards there too. He doesn’t see much of his friendship group anymore due to very distant lives but of course, drinking always involved there too - happens once in a blue moon, like twice a year, I have encouraged him to get out more and take it in turns. He isn’t interested
Life is really hard for him. I get it. But he can’t keep on. But if it feels so good, how do you stop?
Both of our girls are severely disabled. It’s like the alcohol is all he has besides work and relentless caring. And I get it, I do. It’s fucking awful a lot of the time.
I am friends with a few of the mums from my daughter’s special school. All are single parents with the exception of two same sex (women) couples. All of them drink! It isn’t a judgement. But yes; all of them very much like to relax with wine with what little time to themselves that they have