I love my boyfriend. I can’t imagine life without him. But I will have to because I just broke up with him. I love the movie, “Forgetting Sarah Marshall” and there’s a scene where Kristen Bell is explaining to her ex why she ended things and she says, “Oh, I tried. You have no idea how hard I tried. I talked to a therapist, I talked to my mother, I read every book possible…None of it worked. None of it made a difference to you and I couldn’t drown in you anymore.” That’s how I feel. My boyfriend’s problem with alcohol was drowning me. I was nervous to come home from work at 2:45 in the afternoon because I knew he would most likely be sleeping or drunk. For SO long, I justified his behavior by telling myself, “he isn’t mean.” That became my only criteria. My dad is a VERY mean drunk. My exhusband was a mean person. My boyfriend is not mean- sober or drunk. But that doesn’t make living with him any easier and it doesn’t make his alcoholism any more tolerable. What finally broke me was the lying. The constant lies about not drinking, when all I ever asked of him was to be honest. If he drank and told me the truth, I would not get mad or reprimand him- I would talk to him about what made him do it and why he did. I don’t understand why he just. kept. lying. I found bottles of half empty vodka in his car, crumpled bags from the liquor store in his filing cabinet and he so, so often smelled of alcohol, but would deny drinking.
I love my boyfriend. Right now (and probably our whole eight years together), I loved him more than he loved himself. He has a very low self-worth, which is probably part of the reason he drinks. I wish he could see himself the way I see him. If I made a pro/con list about him, there would be two pages of “pros”. But under “cons”, in thick Sharpie marker, would simply be the word “alcoholic”. And all the positive qualities in the world cannot cancel out an addition. I love him so much that I cannot stand to watch him self-destruct before my eyes. He sinks lower and lower and I feel like he is quicksand and I only have a short window to step out of it before I get sucked down forever. I love him, but I love myself, too. I had no choice in who my father was- I had to live with an abusive alcoholic for my childhood and teenage years. I am an adult now and I do have a choice in this.
I love my boyfriend, but I honestly can say that I have done everything I can to support him in his desire for sobriety. I have made sacrifices and protected him and probably enabled him, too. I have felt like his caretaker for so long, I don’t even feel like a girlfriend. I feel so alone, so often. I thought because he wanted to change, he would. And I truly believe he doesn’t want to be the way he is, but I also know that he cannot stop on his own and he refuses to get the help he needs.
I love my boyfriend, but there isn’t enough love in the world to love him out of this addiction. He will have to learn to love himself first and I am scared for what is going to happen to him. I feel responsible for him, but I also know I cannot change him. I have always still loved my father, but it’s never been enough.
I love my boyfriend and I am heartbroken and we are living together still and it is awful and awkward and depressing and I get a stomachache every day and my anxiety is off the charts and he is angry and drinking more and I just need it all to stop. And the only way I can do that is to stay committed to making him my ex-boyfriend.