JIMBO’S BLOG/GUEST BLOGGER – CHRISSIE FULLER ON ALCOHOLISM
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Some of you may know that for the past few weeks I’ve been busy moving to my new home and unfortunately this has prevented me from doing my normal blog.
I have asked my business partner, Chrissie, to be my guest blogger and she is happy to share her story with you about her husband’s addiction to alcohol and how it has affected their lives.
So, on that note – over to Chrissie for part two!
Hi Folks! Thanks to Jimbo for allowing me into his territory to keep the flag flying in his absence!
I wanted to share my story (and my husband, Paul’s), and am doing so with his permission. I wanted to keep a record for posterity as both a reminder for myself and also as a warning to others about the dangers of alcohol abuse, and how it can wreck lives. Without further ado, here is part two of our ongoing saga.
The Beginning
He is well over 6 foot tall and weighed less than 10 stones. Apparently, at one time he was over 18 stones, but that was about 15 years ago when he was a lot younger and earning £100K plus every year, which meant lots of wining and dining and good living!
Looking back now it was stupid of me not to realise that for the six months before we got together he had been living on the breadline, sometimes even sleeping rough on our local Woolworths (as was) loading bay, and he hadn’t eaten properly in all that time.
Not only that, even though, at that time, he was in denial, as an alcoholic, whenever he had any money, rather than eat, he would buy drink. After having drunk himself into a stupor, he would be too full to eat in any case, so he didn’t bother! This is still the case today – even though I cook regularly for him, he rarely eats what I put in front of him, and I don’t think that’s any reflection on my cooking which most people say is pretty damn good!
I often used to wonder why a lot of the heavy drinkers I met in pubs never seemed to eat anything. Now I know that you can get just as full on beer as food and if you are addicted to alcohol, THAT always comes first!That’s all for now….next time I’ll discuss Paul’s day to day habits and how he would sometimes drive me to despair!
‘Til then
Take care, and if you love someone…show them how much! x




















