In less than 24 hours everything you thought you had can be dashed away.
I am totally heartbroken and nothing seems to have any point. I sit here in my empty house, no Roma no Poacher and I am stunned with grief and stupified by my naiveity.
Last night, our 6 month anniversary, 5 months since he came out of rehab, the Poacher went out to hang around with a bunch of drunks, he ridiculously calls friends, who I can't stand him being around...for obvious reasons...though he knows what I think I don't bother to say anything, he does what he wants anyway.
He didn't take a key and I had no reason to suspect he would be out for long. By 1.30 am I needed to sleep so rang him. He said he would be back soon, he sounded a little over earnest , a little guilty.
By 3.30 I rang to say I was locking the door. I got a throw away text in reply.
By 8 am I hadn't slept for worrying and rang again, he was arrogant and rude..still I didn't want to believe the truth. I asked him to come and get the dog as I had to go out. He didn't turn up, he avoided me all day interspersed with rude and explosive phonecalls.
I asked him if he'd had a drink ....he denied it. I went out for a while then came back and demanded he face me. I met him near the stinking pit he was in, he stank of booze and when I broke down he spat at me and blamed me for making him drink by checking up on him and making him look small in front of his mates. Drunks always seem to treat the one who does the most for them the worst.
I am devastated.
I have gladly given months of constant care, affection and support , especially in the early days before rehab when he was quite vile...though never to me. He looked at me with hard eyed blame and hate today and bounced me off a wall.
I am putting his things in bags to hide with his family, as all the clothes and gifts I have bought him will soon be sold for drink.
Why he did it now I have no idea, though I do blame the parasitic drinkers who wouldn't leave him alone...I'll deal with them when I see them.
I went to the drunks flop house where he is staying and told his hosts thank you for destroying two people's lives overnight, they and the Poacher laughed at me. Their smirking faces are burned into my memory.
I am in so much pain. Why did I ever think I was stronger and more appealing than the feckin bottle.
I don't want to abandon him but I don't have the strength to do this if he treats me as badly as everyone else. I can't stay here and watch him descend into a bloated, bleary, belligerent, broken knuckled animal again.
Feck them for what they did to him. And feck him for choosing a bunch of tossers who wouldn't piss on him if he was on fire over me.