What I Want You to Know is a series of reader submissions. It is an attempt to allow people to tell their personal stories, in the hopes of bringing greater compassion to the unique issues each of us face. If you would like to submit a story to this series, click here. Today’s guest post is by Anonymous.
People alway say it can happen to anyone. Still, we all believe it will never happen to us. I believed that. I had plans. My plan was to get married, have a rewarding job, buy a house, and live happily ever after. I met my husband in college. We dated for four years while he attended graduate school and got married the weekend after his graduation. Everyone said we were the perfect couple. Within in the year we had our house built, we were expecting our fist child and life was great. He eventually bought his own business and we decided to have another child. We had our normal fights as all married couples do but we always managed to work them out. It wasn't until his father passed away that things began to change. I noticed he started drinking but I didn't know he would never stop. I ignored it at first and thought if I pretended it wasn't happening then it wouldn't be a problem. So I continued my life without him and kept myself busy with my job and our children. If I didn't see it, I could believe everything was ok. I even tried to hide his behavior from my children or make something up if they knew he was acting weird. Now ten years later everything is totally out of control to the point that I no longer can ignore it. A pattern has occurred. He waits to drink after work, and on the weekend he drinks until Sunday night. He tries to hide it from the children by controlling how much he drinks around them. He even tries to tell me he is fine when obviously he is not. My dilemma is I don't know what to do. I've tried helping him and have even gotten him to admit he is an alcoholic. One day he says he is going to change and he tell me he loves me and the children. Then the next he says he can't stand it here and he wants to leave. My children rely on me to be strong. I try my best for all of us and I realize that this is not the man I married and truly love. When I married him I made a vow to love, honor and obey him in sickness and in health. Alcoholism is a sickness and therefor I feel committed to stay and help him. But as each day goes on and the verbal abuse continues I no longer have the strength. I pray each day that this nightmare will end. I want people to know there is no happily ever after. Alcoholism can happen to anyone even if you believe it will never happen to you.