It’s been a long while since I’ve written anything here. I am returning here for a reason, in that in the next coming weeks, I will need to try to maintain as much sanity as I can – for the sake of my children more so than myself.
A few weeks ago, I grew horribly ill to the point of my stomach throbbing with pain, a physical weakness that has made me sleep much more than normal, the occasional vomiting (Sometimes, with blood), and an appetite that has faded. To this day, I am still as ill as when it first began and immediately, even my husband noticed a change with me.
Yesterday, my husband went to his band practice and around 5, he text me asking if I felt okay enough to go out. I had told him that I didn’t, but asked him questions on where he wanted to go. He stated that it was one of his friend’s birthday parties that was being held at a bar and that if I didn’t feel okay, we wouldn’t go, but right as soon as he got home, my husband broke into tears that he feels like I am only using the “I am in pain” card as a way to not have to go out somewhere. (Although again, he’s witnessed everything I’ve gone through).
He grew angry at first, name calling me while I sat in the chair confused at why he was so upset (until I realized he had already been drinking previously when he was at his band practice), and later, he calmed down, apologized for the things he had said, asking me again if I would feel okay enough to go. I again told him that I have been miserable for weeks and I can not be around the smell of alcohol – something that triggers my vomiting. He said that he needed to use the restroom, but after he was finished, he wanted to talk further on whether I will feel okay to go or not.
I waited for 45 minutes for him to get out of the bathroom. It was then that it dawned on me and I checked outside – his car was gone and he had left without saying a word to me. I knew where he was going to be at, so I called the bar where his friend’s birthday party was. The bartender was a friendly male that tried to hand the phone to my husband, but he hung up the phone immediately. I called back again where the bartender tried to get my husband to talk to me, when I began to hear my husband and his friends laughing in the background as some male that I have never met came on the phone. My husband and his friends were making fun of me, when I heard the male say, “Hi wife, we are asking for your permission for your husband to stay out for just one more hour before we send him on his way home. Mkay?” in a very sarcastic tone. I answered to him that it was fine, but I would like to speak to my husband please. The guy handed the phone off to my husband, where my husband yelled into the phone and hung up before I could say a word.
Ten minutes later, I was sent a text message saying that I am too much of a f**k up and that he wants a divorce. I told him that this isn’t the first time he’s said that when he’s been drunk and from there, he would only send me texts that said “I’m done”, “move on”, “I’m not trying for you anymore”.
The last text, I received from him at around 5 in the morning. I never responded and since yesterday, I have not heard from him. This isn’t the first time he’s pulled a disappearing act where he will stay gone for two days, then return because he has no money, no gas in his car, and no food.
I called my mother to help me. She is coming to get me and my children on Sunday, but she is unable to help any sooner than that. I’m not going to fight him this time so we can stay together where he will continue to make fake promises… I’m leaving as he requested, even if he didn’t mean it.
Regardless of all the past drama and problems we have had, I still love my husband and I wish he didn’t have an addiction to alcohol like he does. He’s a good person when he’s sober, but he’s a mean, cruel person when he’s drinking. I guess I will never understand what it is that I did wrong to make him leave, nor do I understand how being sick is me f**king up our marriage.
I’m numbed to feeling today. On occasion, I have to convince myself not to cry or break down because I don’t feel like he deserves the opportunity to see that he’s hurt me again.
This is why I am writing this – I will need to write often in order to not succumb to an endless abyss of reckless emotions. The few friends that I have are supporting me 100% and even request that I not text, call, or talk to him until after I have left with my children on Sunday.
I’ve been so ill today that I didn’t get out of bed until 5 pm and haven’t eaten anything. I didn’t think leaving him would be so difficult, but I know that its needed. I hope this doesn’t cause my Schizophrenia to flare, I really don’t want to go to the hospital again.