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alcoholic father, alcoholic husband, married to an alcoholic, surviving the alcoholic marriage, wife of alcoholic
his drinking.
I used to hate him for the beer bottles littering my house.
I used to hate him for his snoring as he laid passed out in the living room.
I used to hate him for the way he would scream and curse at me.
I used to hate him for the dirty dishes and trash he left laying around.
I used to hate him for being emotionally unavailable.
I used to hate him for never fully participating in our family life.
I used to hate him for the way he drove.
I used to hate him for being such a pessimist.
I used to hate him for his anger.
I used to hate him for turning the smallest incident into a verbal assault.
I used to hate him for his refusal (or inability?) to communicate with me.
I used to hate him for his constant harping about money.
I used to hate him for the suppressive pall he cast over our home.
I used to hate him for everything our marriage was not because of his drinking.
Now I just hate him…
For making me hate myself.