Thank you to those who have reached out to check on me.

I am fine.

Fine as in the kind of fine you are when you’re married to an alcoholic.

I want to leave.

I need to leave.

I make small steps toward leaving.

And yet…

I seem to always backslide.

I seem to always be fooled by his momentary niceness.

But I’m not fooled.

I’m not.

But still somehow he weakens my resolve.

It’s not easy breaking up a family.

Even one that is already broken.

This is what leaving you alcoholic husband looks like, I guess.

Two steps forward.

One step back.

How do you gain your focus?

How do you maintain your commitment?