Hi everyone, im new to this site, but what a god send it is. Im not the only wife of a alcoholic like I thought I was. My husband has drunk for the last sixteen years, he cant stop, even though the next day he knows hes broken my three children and my hearts. He keeps going and going. He dosnt come home stinking drunk, but the times he has he has called me names infront of them, punched walls and broken his hand, he has even come home beaten up from the KFC whilst getting the kids a take-away coz he picked on the wrong one. And when I tell him he has a drinking problem, after all these years, he still says im mad and nagging. Ive forgiven him every single time based on the promise that he will never do it again. Im stupid but I want to give my children a proper family, I think that everytime he says he wont drink again, well its possible isnt it? if I dont try then how will I know? and its not long before im calling myself an idiot. But I carry on why? please can someone tell me why? am I really that stupid? something in me tells me that I can change him, and the other is telling me he doesnt love me enough or otherwise he would change, seek help. I tell him all the time look at yourself in the mirror, for sixteen years youve been doing this ask yourself why. Oh is there anybody else out there like me, why cant I break away I know he has a problem even if he dosent admit to it or even realise it. Surely he does, deep down, he must do he certainly knows its wrong the day after, yet on the same day in the evening he will pick up the pint glass again. Please someone tell me there is a light at the end of the tunnel, even if exit is only big enough for me and my kids. The thing that I get most angry about is when he comes home stinking of beer and says he hasnt touched a drop. Isnt deception and lying part of being an alcoholic? xxxxxx.
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