Anyway, this shook me up and I stopped drinking on the Monday. Wasn't really sure what I was aiming for in the long term. Just knew I had to stop. Thought about drinking each evening, but achieved a mindset of determination (and motivation to make his life better) so that I resisted. Was amazed that it wasn't half as hard as I'd expected. He stopped with me. (Generally, he only drinks moderately so he didn't have a prob. with this). On Thursday, had big desire to drink. He said 'you've done so well, don't drink today, then we can both drink at the weekend'. Was a bit shocked when he said this, but then reflected that if I could decrease from 7 nights a week to 2 it wouldn't be bad and might actually keep me going. The thought of AF permanently always makes me crack. So Friday and Sat we drank, me as much as ususal. Drank as well on Sunday night. Monday really had to pull myself together to get back into the AF discipline, but with his help, I did it. Did great all week again. Started to enjoy parts of what life is like AF.
This weekend drank again Fri, sat, sun, but then he and I had a big argument which left me feeling completely battered. He said things like maybe we should get a divorce, and said I was a leech, sapping him of all his energy. I was so hurt and frightened. Last night (Monday) I just felt 'F. it!' and had wine again. He's since apologised and said he didn't realise how fragile I am at the moment (am also pre-menstrual ...). He said he was a pig and that there's no way he wants a divorce, he was just feeling desparate and wants us to be happy. But we never argue and we were so unpleasant to one another, I can't shake off this low, crushed, sad feeling. I also think it's important that he talks to me which he won't do if he thinks it sends me into a depression or makes me drink. I've told him I think we should have one rule, which he agrees is good, and that is that we agree only to talk about serious relationship-type problems when we are sober.
I'm not sure exactly what I expect any of you to say to me. I just feel sad and overwhelmed that I'm never going to be truly happy. I have lovely healthy (but stress-inducing) children and a lovely husband, but I'm lonely in terms of good girlfriends, I'm overweight and hate being so, I have bulemia to fight, alchohol to fight and money's tight at the moment.
I suppose I'm just feeling sorry for myself. I don't have the right to knowing what some of you go through, but I suppose I'm not saying I do have the right, I'm just saying how I feel.
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