Dottie, you've worn my shoes. I hated who I'd become when I was around him. From 2004 to 2006, I kept asking myself would I be better off out of this marraige or to stay in it. The more drinking he did, the more mental damage he inflicted on me. The more I cared, he would rage that I was brainwashing him. But then watching what was happening with the children. Oh God, I should have left him long before.

I get so incredibly angry at his brother and sister for them saying that they were going to do intervention and that would have cured him. If I couldn't save him, if the thought of losing his precious little girls couldn't have saved him, what makes them think they could! I can't even talk to them! My husband's other sister died 2 weeks before him from the same addiction and they say they should have intervened with her too.

Oh, I just want to scream! I hate him! I hate his family!

I gotta go cry some more now.