Thanks Ziff...you're right, ours is a painful story to tell. And I don't know about
guts...I was a teary-eyed mess by the time I was done posting! Lol There are days when it feels like years since he's been gone - other days, it feels like a day. And then there are the days when none of this seems real.
Hi again, Bivins. I don't know how I missed that you have 4 children (my mind only works part-time these days). How old are they? Not that it really matters, because this is going to be incredibly hard on them. As I said, Robert quit drinking several years before he was first diagnosed. He drank as far back as he could remember - probably around 12/13 years old he started. He came from an extremely abusive family - beatings, neglect, emotional torture, etc. His parents are both alcoholics (yep, those horrible people are still alive and kicking, literally). Anyway, the roots of his addiction grew from there. Robert was not an abusive drunk (except to himself), but it caused all kinds of trouble in our relationship - financial, arguments, arrests (no DUIs - mostly fights and acting stupid. He was a master mason - brick and block - a difficult, back-breaking job. He worked hard, 'played' hard....and loved hard. He didn't drink in our home because I wouldn't allow it, didn't want it around our boys. Which leads me to what I wanted to say about
the kids.
Even though he didn't drink around our boys, obviously they witnessed the effects. They are now 15 and 20, and fortunately, they want nothing to do with alcohol (or drugs) - mostly because they saw first-hand what it does to a person. Sadly, there are many children who go through the same and then end up drinking/drugging because that's all they ever saw and they come to think of it as 'normal'. Besides watching him act like a jackwagon when he drank - they also watched him suffer horribly with liver disease. My oldest boy had to help him to the bathroom many times, as I have spinal issues and there were times I physically couldn't do it. He would also help me clean up when Robert couldn't make it to the bathroom in time. My youngest would run out of the house when Robert would start groaning in pain - because he just couldn't handle hearing him. They would both help 'hold down the fort', when I would be with Robert during one of his many hospitalizations. I could go on and on with what they had to deal with. Both of his diseases (alcoholism and liver disease) affected them and hurt them deeply. I can't even begin to explain what his death has done to them. They are both 'rough and tumble' boys (ok, one boy and one man!) and let me tell you - to watch them cry, when I came home to tell them Robert had died, ripped apart what was left of my shattered heart. They are now filled with anger, regret, and guilt - like me. I can handle it, but I cannot handle watching them deal with it.
Please keep in mind one thing - this was a man who was RECEIVING medical treatment and suffered with the things I described. I apologize for the long post(s) - I start writing and it just kind of pours out! Maybe it's therapeutic for me, maybe not. I just hate seeing someone on a journey that I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. I wish you the best - I really do. And I truly hope that your husband wakes up to what he is doing - not only to himself, but to you and your beautiful children.
(I didn't see your most recent posts - I was typing while you were posting!
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Post Edited (Splashdancer) : 4/26/2014 3:21:44 PM (GMT-6)