Aww bless you. This life is hideous. I feel we are so strong to cope… somehow we keep going.
I’m also doing everything and raising our child… he doesn’t even work now! He sits on his arse either getting drugs, preparing them to use, searching for stuff he’s hidden/lost/dropped, doing the drugs, or is in the bath, eating, sleeping, watching TV and having a go at me. It’s a nightmare. It’s like being in a movie or episode of some dingy soap that I never signed up for.
Gosh the gaslighting… yes! I forgot about that.
Does yours suffer paranoia?
I cannot wait to get out. I’m literally fantasising about the day I get offered a new place.
I really think mine will either die of a heart attack, get cancer from all the cigarettes he’s smoked or commit suicide (as he has tried to kill himself multiple times). I’ve tried to help him but… you can lead a horse to water but can’t make it drink.