I really hope you check back and see the messages. I can only speak as someone in your shoes but 20 years down the road. If I had my time over again? I would have walked and kept on walking and never looked back. The same old lies, excuses and, of course, no real support available for ‘carers’. We’re grandparents now and I’m the one who is ill – no doubt as a result of all the worry. I found a syringe floating in my toilet this morning. He’s out there somewhere and, do you know, I really don’t care any more. He was in the last chance saloon ten years ago. I don’t want to see him again. I want to move away so I don’t have to put up with all the things that I know are going to come next. You sound quite young. I know it’s hard – I loved my husband more than life itself. But, slowly, the lies and the deceit break that down. Be strong. Don’t let yourself me lied to and used. I will be thinking about you.
