I ended a three-year relationship last year due to his drinking. He could be very nasty and unreasonable - verging on emotionally and verbally abusive, definitely paranoid and insecure. This only happened when he was drinking.
He would drink at least a bottle of wine to himself every evening, as soon as he could.
During this time, my dad was very poorly. After we split, my dad passed away. My ex tried to support me, but ended up royally messing things up by getting drunk at the wake.
Since then, we’ve gone no contact (my decision, after receiving a barrage of texts and calls - some kind and remorseful, others flipping into nastiness).
He has since told mutual friends he isn’t proud of how he treated me. They’ve confirmed he hasn’t had a drink since then. I believe he started going to AA and was on a waiting list for counselling.
The only contact we’ve had is a Christmas card he sent. I bumped into him once unexpectedly – he was with his whole family. He seemed really pleased to see me and was very friendly, but I was anxious and didn’t know what to say. I managed to speak to his family a bit, but barely spoke to him because I was so nervous. Oddly, they all said they’d expected to see me there, as my friend’s band was playing at the bar.
I’ve had relationships with alcoholics before (I’ve not had the best luck in love), but this is the first time someone has actually quit and tried to make a real change.
I’m upset he couldn’t do this while we were still together - especially when my dad was so ill, and I really needed support.
The thing is, I haven’t stopped thinking about him since we split. Every single day.
We had a great relationship in many ways, but his drinking - and the controlling behaviour that came with it - ruined it.
Am I being too optimistic in hoping he’s changed after losing me? Is it foolish to think we could reconcile?
I’ve been invited to an event that he and his friend are putting on and am torn about going. I know I’m vulnerable to being pulled back in.
I’d really appreciate others’ thoughts on whether people can genuinely change. Or not.
I’m not a walkover, by the way - but I know I put up with far too much before I finally snapped.