Well, the road is never smooth...
To summarize the summer, he came home and did well for about a month (June), and relapsed in July. It was slow and sneaky, but July 30th he was acting very strangely. He still insisted that he wasn't drinking, so I announced that he obviously had some sore of metabolic derangement, and we were going to the ER to check his labs. (DKA not being a farfetched explanation for his actions.) Anyway, he fessed up, and 2 beers became 6, and his bal was 300.
He wanted a librium taper and refused to go back to residential treatment. He swore he tapered back off, but the behaviors continued, the lying, I found beer, and lots of it.
Our 10th anniversary was the 4th of Sept. By then, things were very much falling apart, and I think I have finally had it. That night, I asked for a divorce.
He's fighting tooth and nail, so he thinks. He's now going to do an intensive outpatient treatment program (3 nights a week for 3 hours each), but I have to admit that I'm skeptical. Very skeptical. I just don't care anymore. We got home from a meeting with our counselor at noon, and I happened to walk around the house as he was putting a couple of beers in the freezer. He just doesn't get it, and saying that he is "doing everything he can" just isn't cutting it.
He has 3 weeks before he flies back to visit his parents, and there's a significant possibility that he won't be coming back. He says he's desparate to save the marriage; I tell him that there's nothing left to save.
So I've played my cards. I just have to make it a few more weeks. My family has been incredibly supportive, and I'm just going to stay busy in the meantime. I just don't see him succeeding, and failure this time, well, I think I've already crossed the line at which point I just don't care.
It takes 2 to make a marriage work, and I've been the only one for the last 7-8 years. And I'm tired of it, and I want out. I'm not working on it anymore, which he apparently doesn't get.
Just figured I'd update you all on my not-so-happily-ever.