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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

Moving in together was a big culture shock for both of us as we began to realise that we didn’t know each other as well as we thought we did. Bear in mind that due to the circumstances in which we ended up living together we were, at this point, still virtual strangers.
Looking back on it now it all happened too soon – we should have taken time out to really get to know each other first – not that I have any deep regrets about the time I have spent with Paul, but, as you will discover later, there were many things I didn’t know about him which only started to surface much later, and by then we were pretty much involved, both emotionally and financially.I can’t really speak for Paul, but from my point of view there were a lot of things that I had to get used to.The first thing that struck me was something that I hadn’t been expecting at all, and that was a purely physical thing – I was amazed at how thin Paul was!

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