Anonymous wrote:
Anonymous wrote:
Anonymous wrote:OP here.
Listen, my husband isn't a saint. He's an alcoholic (yes, he's been "sober" for a few years, but he goes to meetings (it's yet another thing we are juggling every damn week) and his own struggles have made my own life hell. I was raised by a drunk dad and know how terrible it is). I forgave him when he admitted he had a drinking problem during the pandemic and got evening out patient treatment but it's unfair to be like he's a saint! No one is a saint. He's a good parent (oddly even when he was drinking he was an attentive, involved parent, he was just angry all the time. Now, he's all "I feel this" or "I hear that" or "let's keep our streets clean and be transparent" -- tons of AA speak.
So, all of you who think I'm just terrible, just be clear, I'm not. I am human. But I still deserve to be viewed as an adult with a say.
This is quite the non sequitor. But I’ll bite. How have his struggles and sobriety journey made your life hell, exactly?
OP here. I swore I would never marry an addict and have been very clear that an addiction is something I won’t accept. He didn’t drink seriously for over 15 years and then blames his prior job (which he quit and left) and COVID anxiety for his descent into secret day drinking. I was so pissed when he came clean I threatened to leave him and remind him all the time that no one will question my decision to kick a drunk to the curb. And he could forget the kids and drink away or do whatever he wants as long as he pays child support. That shut down every argument he’s had so he doesn’t complain anymore. But he gets passive aggressive and talks in the whole “I feel” mode to make me feel bad instead of just calling me an ahole like he used to.
So, that’s the hell, PP. see, he’s no perfect prince.
Ok, Princess, enough is enough. I had some sympathy for you early on, but at this point, I will join the chorus that not only are you wrong, but you are 100% wrong. You are worse than a jerk, you are a b1tch.
Alcoholism is a disease. He was sober for many years, but due to the stress of being married to you and your insufferable inflexibility, he was stressed and relapsed. You don't want to be a partner, you want to be a princess that is waited on hand and foot and has children without any of the responsibility. You want to be able to work your job without any family responsibility and when then micromanage them so that they have to dance to your tune. Your husband was stressed out by dealing with YOU and he relapsed and rather than be supportive, you just want to ship him off to rehab. So, let me ask, if you were to ship him off to rehab, what were you planning to do with your children? Were you going to take leave from your oh-so-important job and actually take care of your children? Or just throw away all the money for the summer camps and make them skip the camps they wanted and THAT YOU AGREED TO IN MARCH, and make them sit at home on mind-numbing devices just so you could work a stupid job which makes you sit in a mandatory meeting but not actually contribute to the meeting, not pay attention to the meeting and just sit and post all day on DCUM? You're an example of the worst in parenting.
So, you can be the pampered princess, your husband has taken full charge of the daily management of the household. He works a full-time job, but still finds time to schedule the kids for camps that they'll enjoy, and to take them to and from those camps. He makes meals. Your only contribution seems to be a meal that you only half-ass plan, buying some vegetables at a farmer's market. You managed to find time to go to a farmer's market and chill, but you can't find time to take your kids to a camp or evening activity. How charming. Then you don't plan to buy the other ingrediants that you'll need for this meal, and you make him go and fetch for you. He even wants you to pick a day to actually make this meal, but you cant find one night that you can make a meal in the window between when the kids come home from camp and when they go to their evening activities. For most camps and activities, that's like a 2 hour window. My kids camps let out 4pm or 5pm and they go to activities at 6:30 or 7:00. So, you can't find one single day when you can take off between 4:00-6:00 pm just to cook your family a meal? And plan for it so that you husband can plan the other 99% of the schedule?
And you are mad at him?
Believe me, you would do your husband and the children a favor if you would divorce him. You aren't adding anything to the family other than stress and attitude. Even when they have things handled, you can't leave well enough alone and have to meddle and tell them it isn't good enough.