Loving someone with a substance abuse issue is one of the hardest things I’ve ever done in my life. There’s an emotional weight that comes with it. It’s added to every minute of every hour of every day. You can never be alone with someone like this. It’s always me, him, and his drinking problem. Everywhere we go, everything we do. It’s there. It never goes away and it doesn’t take a day off. It’s exhausting.
And watching someone you care about so much hurt themselves every, single, day is more than I can bear. I’m running out of ways to tell him that he deserves more. That life is worth living sober because there are still good parts of it left. I’m running out of everything. Patience, time, strength.
I don’t really know what else I want to say here other than that this sucks and I had to write it down. I have therapy tomorrow, so, this was probably a waste of time.
