This not the kind of thing I would usually write about on here. Today I am making an exception.
Trust is a very important part of a marriage.
As much as I love my husband and will do whatever I can to support him in anything he does.
He broke my trust within months of us getting married.
In the past week he lost his driving license due to drinking then driving. He didn’t drink much just two pints but two pints meant he was twice the legal limit. It was the second time in a matter of weeks that he had been arrested for the same crime. Lucky for him the first time he was only 2 points over the limit so he was let off with a lecture. He didn’t learn the lesson.
For 20 years I lived with and was married to an alcoholic, I knew he was a drinker but tried to make it work, it didn’t. However in all the years we were together he never made a secret of his drinking.
My current husband drinks secretly.
If I had known I wouldn’t have married him, only an idiot puts themselves back into a bad situation after escaping the original one.
I didn’t know and I did marry him. I do still love him but I don’t trust him. I am not about to walk out on him just yet, I will give it my best shot to make it work but at this moment I do not trust him. He will have to work very hard to win back my trust if he wants to keep me.
He has been offered professional help to reduce his alcohol consumption
I don’t have a problem with taking him for the occasional pint but I won’t encourage him by offering.
What I do have a problem with is him drinking in secret
last night he decided to go for a walk around the block to get some fresh air> this was a little odd as he had come out with me earlier in the day but had spent most of the time in the car as his legs were not strong enough to stay on them for long. Anyway he went out, but returned 2 minutes later as he had no cash in his pocket.
‘you don’t need cash for a walk around the block.’
‘I like to have cash in my pocket.’
‘you don’t need cash unless you are going to buy vodka’
‘I just like to have cash in my pocket and I am not getting vodka, stop saying that.’
He then went out.
He wasn’t gone very long, we had dinner and watched tv, he went upstairs about 10.30pm and didn’t return. When I went to bed he was in his office with the door shut. I thought about going in to say I was going to bed but decided against it. When I woke up at 3am he still wasn’t in bed so I went to find him. He was still in the office but lying on the floor. He had no explanation, I did ask if he had fallen again. He said no, he would come to bed in a minute.
I finally heard him come to bed at 4.50am. He then started a conversation that showed he had no idea of the time or any memory of the previous evening. (Skater had brought a friend home to stay, for the first time. )
I asked him about why he had been lying on the floor he didn’t know but he said that the clock had moved to a different wall. The pinboard had moved to a different wall. His computer had also moved to a different wall.
When I got up this morning the first thing I did was go into his office to search for the bottle.
I found it almost immediately in the inside pocket of his jacket. There was also a pile of wet clothes on the floor.
I can cope with him drinking if I know that is what he is doing, heavens I am used to dealing with the aftermath of drink.
It is the lies that hurt and make me both angry and sad.
2 good things have come out of this.
a) I have had a lot of supportive messages from family and friends who have read this. It has made me realise how much I miss my friends.
Sadly in the year or so since we moved here none of us have made new friends apart from a few people at our favourite pub but as we no-longer go there or at least not recently, it is time to make new friends.
b)Today I have made the decision to join a club or society. I have looked online and found the local writers circle. I have just sent an email and hopefully I shall be able to join this group and fulfil 2 needs at once.