Loving someone with a substance abuse issue is one of the hardest things Iβve ever done in my life. Thereβs an emotional weight that comes with it. Itβs added to every minute of every hour of every day. You can never be alone with someone like this. Itβs always me, him, and his drinking problem. Everywhere we go, everything we do. Itβs there. It never goes away and it doesnβt take a day off. Itβs exhausting.
And watching someone you care about so much hurt themselves every, single, day is more than I can bear. Iβm 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. Iβm running out of everything. Patience, time, strength.
I donβt 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.
