An
Alcoholic's Wife
I
HAVE the misfortune, or I should say the good fortune
of being an alcoholic's wife. I say misfortune because
of the worry and grief that goes with drinking, and good
fortune because we found a new way of living.
My husband did not
drink, to my knowledge, for several years after we were
married. Then we started on an occasional Saturday night
party. As I drank nothing except an occasional highball
I soon became what was called a "wet blanket." The parties
became more frequent and more often I was left at home.
I would sit up and
wait for him. As each car passed the house I would return
to walking the floor and crying and feeling so sorry for
myself, thinking, "Here I am left at home to take care
of the baby and him out having a good time."
When he did return
sometimes on Sunday and sometimes a week later, it usually
called for a scene. If he was still drunk I would put
him to bed and cry some more. If he was sober it would
mean I would say all the things I had been thinking and
cry some more. He usually got drunk again.
I finally went to
work as the bills worried me. I thought if I worked and
got the bills paid he would quit drinking. He had no money
in the bank but would write checks as he knew I would
pay them for the boy's sake and in the hopes that each
time would be the last.
p.378
An
Alcoholic's Wife
I
thought I should have a lot of credit, as I was paying
his bills, taking care of the house and baby, besides
my work, making as much money as he was, doing without
things I wanted so he could have a good time.
I always went to church
and thought I was living a Christian life. After my husband
came in contact with Alcoholics Anonymous I thought our
troubles were over as I was sure all our trouble was his
drinking.
I soon found out that
there was a lot wrong with me. I was selfish with my money,
time, and thoughts. I was selfish about my time because
I was always tired and had no time left for my family's
pleasure or to do God's work. All I did was go to Sunday
School and Church on Sunday with the boy and thought that
was all God wanted me to do. I would be irritable and
lose my temper and say all manner of things which usually
called for another drunk and me pitying myself all over
again.
Since giving my husband's
problem to God I have found a peace and happiness. I know
that when I try to take care of the problems of my husband
I am a stumbling block as my husband has to take his problems
to God the same as I do.
My husband and I now
talk over our problems and trust in a Divine Power. We
have now started to live. When we live with God we want
for nothing.
p.379
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