AS this is my very first post on my very first blog, you will excuse the presentation (I have no idea what I’m doing!).
This is an idea I have been toying with recently, after searching for other people’s stories and experiences on this subject and finding none (again, I have no idea what I’m doing!). Therefore, I have decided to write own and one day someone else may come across it and find it helpful.
And so I begin.
I am married to a man who has a drink problem.
I’ll refer to him as J.
I would like to say he is an alcoholic but I’m not sure-the lines are blurry. When does someone who drinks too much become classed as an alcoholic? How much does someone have to drink each day to be classed as an alcoholic? How often does someone have to drink to excess to be classed as an alcoholic?
It’s early evening. He is out cold on the sofa, still dressed in his interview suit. He walked in less than an hour ago smelling of booze but firmly denied having had anything to drink.
Our kids just carry on with their business around him, one watching TV and one on social media. This is nothing new to them, it’s just how things are in our family.
At this point it is essential to add that he is not a violent man, he loves them dearly and would never intentionally harm them. Unintentionally-well that’s another story for another time.
We are all tired, we were woken past midnight when my husband’s friend called to me from hour hallway having carried him home from the pub. As I went downstairs I could see blood trickling down J’s cheek from below his ear. He was clinging to the end of the bannister, swaying and trying to stay upright.
Not unusual for a boys night out you might say-but his friend was almost in tears and clearly shocked at the state of J, swearing they’d only had three pints.
I love his friend to bits but I was glad he had finally seen the reality of J’s problem and I could see he was horrified. I know the tricks, the hidden drinking, the masked breath, the acting sober. I’m hoping the friend will now understand why I’m divorcing J.
This blog is about moving forward, putting an end to this life of not being able to control what comes through the door and what trouble may follow it.
I’m Calling Time.