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.
I seem to always backslide.
I seem to always be fooled by his momentary niceness.
But I’m not fooled.
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?