As I set here typing this message, I wonder why this has come to be the way it has. Today is my Birthday, Woot. Well almost. I have been married for thirteen years, I married my high school sweetheart. We have two children. I love my husband and my children, but wonder what my purpose in life is. I have had numerous jobs, and have trouble staying at them for one reason or another. I came from a broken home, my father left when I was about six years old. My mother worked hard to see that I had what I needed. My husband was a good man, and still is but he has a drinking problem, and like most alcoholics will not admit it. When he gets off work he comes in cracks open a beer and then plays his PC game until late at night. I joined him in playing in hopes he would spend more time with me, but now it’s like a job to get on the game and play with tons of others from around the world.
I honestly go to bed sometimes early just so I don’t have to hear him when he plays or smell the alcohol on him when he comes to be freezing from thin blood. As time goes on it gets worse. Last night when I went to bed, he logs off his game and tells me that we are over. After fifteen years together. Tells me to take the kids, he gets our house that he can take care of it. But all the while me and my boys are to be thrown in the cold. It took me awhile to go to sleep, when I wake up I thought that he was just drunk and saying that stuff, but he started again. First he wished me a Happy Birthday, then he stated cussing and fussing and pushing things around, then out the door to work he went. What do I do help ...
