Wives of Alcoholics Community Group
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I seem to need to post every day must be a crisis
once again a horrible weekend with his anger just beneath the surface, I got tired of trying to diffuse, ignore etc. he was crying that his spinal stenosis suddenly became so unbearable that all he can do is drink and that unleashes his anger and he is so sorry. This is bullshit because he kept changing the story. I think he got drunk and fell. Anyway..... in an attempt to believe his story and help with pain management I worked with him on a pain med schedule ( as if that’s really a viable thing) he kept needing to go into the garage for stuff and would come back drunker and nastier each time. He was so wasted he shit in the bed.... it got on my leg!!!!! He tried to blame the dogs but I suggested he check his underwear.
Usually he is a nice person early in the mornings but this also has been changing. This morning when I called to let him know I got to work ( this he insists on so he does not worry) he ended up in a rage because he was folding my laundry ( probably the third time in six months) a sweater was inside out - and the rage began. All my faults and mistakes of the last 37 years! I tried to use positive communication skills, no luck . I just CANNOT or WILL NOT live with the verbal and emotional abuse of someone who “ just does not give a shit” he hung up on me again.
so called him back and told him I want a DIVORCE. I read it from a scrip I prepared a
before I called. He tried to tell me I couldn’t get a cent. But that isn’t true. I said I would try to get a mortgage and buy him out and I want 1/2 of the 401 account. I will keep him on my health insurance. He starts telling me how stupid I am how I can’t afford it and what do I expect him to do live in his car? I answer with his favorite “I just don’t give a shit”
now, I do have a back up plan. I can live with my elderly parents who REALLY could use a live in. Then he can buy me out lol and I want the new couch and the dogs.
Now since you all know that I love this condo and am willing to stay there with him if I can perfect some sort of peaceful coexistence...... I called back several hours later ( he is perfectly shitfaced) and offer marriage counseling as a way not to both suffer financially and perhaps to “ forgive things that happened 30 years ago and find ways to fold inside out sweaters. .... he agreed. I asked if I would be safe and not tortured when I got home he said yes.
Ha ! No one shits on my leg in bed and gets away with it.
i feel surprisingly relieved.
I started one on one therapy and I really think it is. Good fit for me. AND, hard to believe, I went to my first al-anon meeting this week.... walked out of that room feeling like a huge weight was lifted from my shoulders.
Thanks for your comments and support.