You may read my journal, but I am not really sure how this all works. Just looking for some hope. Just as I am writing this my husband came in and asked if he could drink 5 beers tonight instead of the 4 per night he agreed to. Of course this was yesterday, the day I was released from the behavioral health hospital. His drinking was/is definitely a catalyst to my feelings of doom and helplessness. After a few tears as we talked and I told him how awful it was to watch him stumble around, he agreed he would only drink 4. He cannot drink very much alcohol without getting drunk due to his disease and the medications he takes. Geez.....this is a tough one because he suffers from severe MS and he feels that beer is the one vice he is allowed to kill his pain living with his disease, but it makes me feel like it doesn't matter that I don't want to spend every evening of my life with a man who is drunk.
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