Anonymous Mom: Iâ€™ve Decided To Divorce My Alcoholic Husband Because He Endangered Our Kids
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My husband is a great guy.Â Someone that everyone loves. And everyone loves to party with him too. He has almost no self-control when it comes to partying. I am almost always the designated driver when we go out or to a friend’s house. If he does happen to drive he decides to “pace himself,” instead of just refraining from drinking altogether.
I can guarantee that even if he is not drunk, he definitely wouldn’t pass the .08 blood alcohol limit on a breathalyzer if something were to happen. He cannot fathom going out and having absolutely NOTHING to drink. Where’s the fun in that?
His drinking has caused numerous problems for us in our 11 years of marriage. All of which are swept under the rug, and, for me, stored up as resentment towards this, otherwise, pretty awesome guy.
I used to think that I would NEVER get a divorce. And tomorrow I may feel that way again. But today, I am ready for it. Today, I hate my husband and see no change in his behavior in sight.
My husband took our three kids (aged three, 10, and 11) out of town to visit family this weekend. Now, this has never happened before – him leaving with all of the kids, and me staying home alone (I didn’t join them because I wasn’t feeling well). I thought that this would be awesome and was so happy that my husband offered to go it alone. I figured I would be able to rest peacefully, get things done that I never seem to have the opportunity to get done. Like maybe go to the bathroom without someone needing something right at that moment.
Things were going along okay at first. I talked to my husband and kids on Saturday night and all seemed to be going well. I was a little pissed off that my 10-year-old son asked me if I was feeling any better while my husband didn’t. I had to volunteer the information to him, but that’s kind of par for the course.
The next day was St. Patrick’s Day. I didn’t hear from my husband all day and so I called him around five to see what his plan was for coming back home that day. When I reached him he said that he had gone to a family friend’s pub that is located in the heart of downtown Detroit. He took the kids, his father, and brother with him.