I lost my wife to alcohol three years now and it still hurts. I had watched alcohol take her piece by piece for 10 years. The progression was horrible. To watch someone you love loose interest in life, pets, home, job and me has scarred me forever. To know you have been replaced by a bottle kills you. The constant lying, fighting, crying and despair has taken year out of my life. I pray when I die and I hope soon we will be whole and healthy. At times I don’t know who was sicker her or me. I had wished she would fall down the stairs and kill herself. I pulled her hair when she lied about drinking. People tell me Idid my best, I don’t buy it. I turned into a monster and not the person God wanted me to be. She is in a better place for she has done her hell. I am now stuck picking up the pieces and wishing for God to take me. I don’t know why way I’m posting this. It maybe my soul crying out for peace.
