Tuesday, November 30, 2010

I'm Out!

A lot has happened in the 2.5 weeks since I last posted.

I moved out on November 13. It was an agonizing decision, even though there was no decision to be made. He went out of town on Friday night and I knew I wouldn't get a better chance. I aked all my friends if they could come and help me the next day. He was due to come back on Sunday morning. So Saturday morning, I woke up early and started packing & phoning my friends to confirm that they were coming to help me.

The move itself (and the packing - I hadn't packed much at all) was an exhausting all-day event. Luckily, I had 3 fantastic friends help me. And my Dad. The hardest part was probably the 2 hours of packing I did before anyone else got there. I had a couple of good cries and one big breakdown. All I could think was "I can't do this. I can't do this, I don't WANT to move. I don't want to do this." and I slumped on the wall and cried my eyes out. That was the lowest of the low. Then my friends started arriving and distracting me (with laughs) from the daunting task at hand. They were a huge help and I owe them a lot. I literally couldn't have done it without them.

I had begun talking to another guy at this point. Hanging out, going for drinks, etc. He was an immense help, too. A perfect distraction. He gave me attention, phoned me, gave me something to think about and something to look forward to. So the night I moved out of ex's, I went out with the new guy. And it was fabulous. I had a great time. Like I said, a perfect distraction.

The first time I was alone after moving out was at about 3am that next morning. It was a jolt. I had really done it. I was free.

The feelings I had the next day were strange. I missed him. I missed him a lot. I felt so, so guilty. Sick to my stomach. It was a bad, uneasy feeling. But seeing as how I'd spent 4 years with him, being around him every day, it was a natural reaction to have. I tried to keep busy.

I had messaged my ex to let him know that I had moved out. The last thing I wanted was for him to come home to a 1/2 empty house and find out that way. Unfortunately, that's exactly what happened. He didn't get my message and came home to find the house ransacked. I feel very, very bad about that. If I could change anything about all this, it would be that. He seems to be taking it ok. Better than I thought he would. We've only talked via email so far.. but he seems ok and has been very nice to me. He said he wants closure & I have to go over there to drop off my keys and pick up some things I forgot behind. I am dreading that for sure.

The first couple of weeks, I felt such relief. I knew I would. And it was like 200 pounds were lifted off my broken shoulders. And I still feel like that, I'm just also anxious to get all of the loose ends tied up. Then I think I will feel REAL relief. 100%. I am hopefully moving into my own apartment in the next week. I've never lived alone. I'm really looking forward to it. But I need to buy a bunch of furniture, too. So I'll have to borrow money from my parents, unfortunately.

So that's where I am right now. Single. Living with my parents. In the middle of some big, big changes. Relieved. And surprised that I did it. Finally.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

the lower I get, the higher I'll climb

One track mind, like a goldfish,
Stuck inside my petri dish.
I can't breathe, and I can't smile,
This better be worth my while.

I feel numb most of the time,
The lower I get the higher I'll climb,

and I will wonder why,
I got dark only
To shine
Looking for the golden light,
Oh, it's a reasonable sacrifice

~ Marina and the Diamonds, "Numb"

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

No, I'm not paralyzed...

Contrary to my posts here, I am not gloomy. I am actually a good person to be around. I feel so mopey here! But, please understand, this is the only place I have to vent and share.

Today I had a realiztion - I think that living with an alcoholic (in whatever capacity) is actually paralyzing. I'm sure that once I'm Out I'll look back and say, "Why did I stay so long???? What was wrong with me?? Why didn't I leave earlier?" But I can say with certainty that I have felt paralyzed by his disease. Like I couldn't move, breathe, change. And unfortunately it took me 4 years to "come to" and take a deep breath of reality. I can move. I can breathe. I can change.

These days it's basically me keeping the waters calm around the house. I don't want to rock the boat too much.. I need it nice & still so I can jump out okay when the time is right. He's gone back to pretending everything is fine. Life as normal. Cooking me supper, hugging me, ignoring me. I'm trying to get things in order so that when the time comes, I can move out as quickly as possible.

I feel so guilty. Because since last week's blowup & me saying I'm moving out, I've stayed there... and I think a part of him (somehow) believes that I'm going to stay. I feel like I'm betraying him by leaving. As I pack behind his back and copy computer files in secret, the guilt eats me alive. His trusting face, his hope. Why do I feel like the bad person here?

This is the worst part of it, I think. Even worse than all the horrible nights of smelling his beer breath next to me in bed, worse than seeing him passed out at his computer, worse even than waking up to the sound of our smoke alarm going off because he's decided to cook late at night & is too drunk to remember to turn the stove off. It's worse because this is the truly heartbreaking part. I feel like I have the power, instead of him. And although power IS a good thing, I also actually feel guilty because I'm using my power to hurt him. I know that moving out will break his heart. But it's the only choice I have, and my heart has been breaking slowly for years.

Monday, November 8, 2010

Another Red Flag

The second red flag I had with my alc. happened before we lived together. We had a deep conversation in the car one night. I had told him something pretty important to me. The next night on the phone, I mentioned this tidbit. He said "What?? You didn't tell me that!" I was immediately shocked... "WHAT??" I asked, "of course I told you. Last night." "No, you did not!" and it went on like this for some time. He fought me HARD to prove that I had never told him anything of the sort. He had absolutely NO recollection of me telling him. At first I thought I had gone absolutely crazy. Was it possible I hadn't told him?? Why on earth didn't he remember?? It was so weird.

Now, of course, I know that he had been so drunk that he blacked out. No memory whatsoever. And I hadn't even known he was drunk.

As our relationship went on, I realized something very sad - almost all of the memories we were making together were mine and mine alone.

My iPod knows what's up

I had to smile this morning. My iPod seems to know exactly what's going on in my life right now. These songs played (at random) on my way to work:

Shake it Off - Mariah Carey
Big Jet Plane - Angus & Julia Stone
Are You Satisfied - Marina & The Diamonds
Already Gone - Kelly Clarkson

Even if you don't know the songs, you can tell by their titles that they are fairly appropriate.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

free from the questions

When you're dating, or living with, or engaged to, or married to, an alcoholic, you have to cover for them a lot. Why aren't they at many family gatherings? I haven't seen him in a while. Why aren't you guys getting married yet? Where does all his money go? Are you going to start saving for a house? Why didn't he come out tonight? You haven't set a wedding date? Where is he? Why was he acting so strange? And you say "Oh, he's working" or "He was tired..." or "I'm not sure" or "I DON'T KNOW, OK????" or "When I know, I'll TELL YOU!!!!!!!!!" Because even the most innocent, well-intentioned question from a family member sets your heart racing and fills you with anger. But you're not angry at the person asking. You're angry at the alcoholic. At the time you won't fully understand this, and neither will the person asking. They'll just think you're kind of bitchy.

When we got engaged almost 2 years ago, the questions came fast & furious. "Do you have a date picked out?" was asked 10 minutes after we were engaged. I'm serious. People wanted to know if we were going to have an engagement party. My answers were terse and annoyed right from the beginning. Didn't these people know it was never going to happen?? What will they say when they find out our relationship has been a sham? What should I say when they tell me they really like him, that we make such a great couple? That they grew to love this man, this "new member of the family" who will never actually become a part of this family .. because I won't let him. 

One of the things I look most forward to when this is all over & done with is no more questions. No more questions. No more excuses. No more heart racing. No more defensiveness. And hopefully there will be no more questions. 

Because god knows I don't have the answers.
The emotion it was... electric
And the stars, they all aligned
I knew I had to make my decision
But I never made the time

No, I never made the time