I've been married for 16 years, and an alcoholic for at least the last 10 of them. This has been my first time in rehab, or getting any help with sobriety, really. I'm 34 days sober today and feel great physically.
What doesn't feel great, however, is that one week into it, after being on my a$$ for years to find treatment, my wife told me she wants a divorce. I was heartbroken, and asked for time to show her that I was finally taking it seriously and getting better. I thought she agreed to give me that. I stuck with the program.
The following week she told me that she had changed the locks on our house and filed for a restraining order. (We've had our problems, but domestic abuse has never been one) I was hurt, humiliated, and upset, but told her I would give her all the space she needed, and we continued to text from time to time. I still stuck with the program.
Now I'm in outpatient treatment. Yesterday I drove 5 hours from Dallas to Little Rock to move out of our house, as provided for in the restraining order, with law enforcement present. She had moved everything into the garage and locked herself in the house. I had hoped to see her again, if only for a moment. I didn't even get to see my dog. I was served the divorce and restraining order paperwork while there, and told I could no longer legally contact her in any way. It was a long, sad, rainy drive back, but I told myself I would continue to stick with the program.
I'm not the victim here. She put up with the effects of my disease for years, suffering while I was living it up with my two best friends: her and the bottle. I had so long to choose to get help, but I always talked myself out of it. It seems like such cruel irony that when I finally reached that point, it became her opportunity to break it off.
Sorry for the length of this post, but I'm pretty awkward verbally when trying to share. I love that woman with all of my being. 16 years is a long time, but I was hoping for forever. I'm so full of grief that I can barely hold it together. I don't know how I've made it this long. She took a huge part of my sober support with her when she left me. Not only do I have to fight my addiction, but I have to do it while starting over with nothing but a gaping hole in my heart.
I guess what I'm asking is, has anyone else gone through recovery that started this way? Are you still? How? Any advice or encouragement would be really appreciated, just please don't tell me that "I've gotta do this for me." It's true, and I am, but I've heard it so many times here that I might just snap.
Thank you for listening