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Before I left my husband, a dear friend from school sent me a quote from Maya Angelou.
But let me tell you, he’s not so perfect after 2 liquor bottles. Or I would come home with the stove on, water boiling and Zach in another room. Basically, with the words “If you can’t handle me at my worst, you don’t deserve me at my best.” and “I was an alcoholic before I met you, what’s the difference now? I would fight back with “Don’t you dare hit me.” right before he hit me. He couldn’t see that the disease was hurting me, just as much as it’s hurting him. He was so supportive and knew I was being crazy for staying with him. Call us at 855-737-7363 or browse our website for more information.
If you came here for a love story, you’re on the wrong page. Most of the time, I would come home and he would be blacked out. I would constantly talk to him about it; suggest drinking less, seeing a therapist, getting treatment, but it was a no go. Our place smelt like Domino’s Pizza, Tequila, and weed. I do admit, it was a crazy party and I would have probably had fun if I wasn’t the one hosting it. “Do you remember touching my breasts in front of your friends? He couldn’t understand why I wanted to go out, just so I could be free from his abuse. We had a plan, which was for me to take all my expensive and required belongings and place it in a bag. I went to the house, feeling super awkward and scared. This story isn’t supposed to scare anyone, but instead, maybe open some doors. And not just from a girls standpoint, because physical and emotional abuse can happen to anyone. If you or someone you know is struggling with addiction, New Start can help.
I said yes because, well, I wanted him to get help. He was jobless and hanging off of his deceased parent’s income (they had a lot of money).
We went to the store together, we bought it and he got down on one knee in the store to ask me.
There will always be another excuse, another mistake, another relapse, another addiction or anger about a parent’s addiction that they need their lifetime and yours to get over. When my husband first relapsed after his mother died, my well-meaning Christian father told me to “just love him.” But that’s the problem with the addict; the more you love, the more they take of you and everything else, until there’s nothing left to give. While most other people tried to be polite, or pray for me, their comments seemed to gently gloss over what was actually happening. I can do better.” Instead, I stayed, w—a—y too long. Both the addict and the co-dependent will do anything to hide their sense of inadequacy.
I realized over the years I had become less of myself. When someone doesn’t fit into the perceived notion of what an addict is, it’s hard for people to know what to say. There is nobody that tries harder at being “normal” than an alcoholic and his/her family.
I’m going to talk about the last 3 years; dating him, being engaged, and gaining enough strength to end it before he had the chance to hit me for the millionth time. For story purposes, let’s call my ex-boyfriend Zach. I was stuck in the position where I was enabling him to drink, but I didn’t know how to stop. We’ve had hiccups before, signs of emotional and physical abuse, but I loved him and always forgave him. Or cleaning up the mess in the bathroom when Zach couldn’t hold his liquor in anymore. Do you remember slapping my face when I told you to stop drinking? I said goodbye, for good, right before our 3 year anniversary. I did that all last week, so all I needed to do was go home, end it, grab the bag and go. I picked up my packed bag from the bedroom and walked towards Zach. This is for the best.” I placed my engagement ring on the table and quickly walked out the door to Kyle’s car. But we need to stand tall, be strong, and end it before it gets too bad.
Or telling your friends you only enjoy our sex when you’re shit-faced? I know you want a future with me, but I can’t see a future with you unless you get help. He didn’t need another excuse to drink for our anniversary. I had bruises everywhere, and I was at the point where I would cringe every time he put his hand on me (to hug me, have sex with me, kiss me, anything really). Kyle would be there to pick me up and we’d drive off somewhere safe. If you’re scared, talk to a therapist or go to an Al-Anon meeting (that helped tremendously).
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