I feel like my world is ending, my life, my existence. I've lost my husband, my dog, my dignity and my spirit. I blame myself. I should not have drank last week. I played straight into my husband's family's hands. They stole my dog and all my valuable possessions while I was in hospital recovering from my latest relapse. A lovely homecoming! I had only given my husband a key to the house a few days before - I had kicked him out because of his violence. He told me he loved me and that he was sorry. Then he raided my bank account that week, and even stole my engagement ring. Now the theft of my dog and the rest of my valuables. The police only found a few dvds and dvd player. No dog.

I'm devestated. A wreck. I love him.

I really want to drink. I'm taking it one hour at a time. I've not drunk for 8 long days. I'm hanging on by a thread.

I'm overwhelmed.

I'm in bits!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1