WAT has a great exposure thread ... read it

I made an entry in another post about her last drunk... did you read it?

I don't know who her sponsor is

Melody,
As far as I know.... She doesn’t know that I know she's having an affair. (Is that confusing? LOL) At some point don't I need to tell her I know what she's doing?


I understand that Plan A doesn't work for alcoholics... However, In order for plan B to be effective shouldn't the last thing the WS remembers about you before you go dark is how you were meeting their emotional needs? I may be in somewhat of a gray area here because she already moved out… it would be difficult to meet any of her needs…


Funny you say something about Just Julie… I was reading her story just a few minutes ago…


I don’t see myself as co-dependant… I can’t tell you how many times I left her in a bar because she wouldn’t stop drinking…


Here’s a short story… you tell me if you think I have those tendencies.


The last time she got drunk (October 3rd 2007 the day she was supposed to go to court for her DWI but it got postponed.)


I came home at 5:30. She called at 7:30 and said she was at the bar (with her male friend from work… should have been a clue along time ago… DUH…) and was going to come get me and go back to the bar… we went …I drank 2 or 3 beers and then we left at about 9. I wasn’t drunk and I didn’t think she was either. On the way home we decided I was going to drop her off at the house, she was going to make us some tea and I was going to get milk from the store then come right back. I went to the store, then came home. When I got home she was having an argument with her daughter… I went to the bedroom and got on the computer…about 10 minutes later she came to the bedroom and I asked her if she was making tea? She said “Oh yea”… and left to go make tea… after about 10 minutes I hear a crash in the kitchen… I didn’t think too much of it… she must have dropped something. She falls down the stairs to our bedroom and she’s pissed her pants… At this point I know she’s drunk but I can’t understand how she got SOOOOOO drunk. When I dropped her off she seemed fine. (It’s been about 30-40 minutes since I she got home.) She stumbled into the bathroom and I went back to the computer. A couple of minutes later I hear a crash in the bathroom… she’s drunk and I figured she knocked something over. 5 minutes go by and she calls my name from the bathroom. I go in, she’s on the floor and there is a puddle of bright red blood the size of a paper plate on floor. Since she’s cooter brown drunk …she’s got the blood everywhere… on her clothes, on the toilette, on the sink… it looks like bloody murder. (I think she fell and hit her head on the corner of an open drawer.) I’m in the military, I’m certified in combat first aid… but this is enough blood that it scares me and I know that I have to do something quick. I find out where the blood’s coming from…she’s got a knot the size of a golf ball on her temple and theres an itsy bitsy cut too…(I’m still amazed that much blood came from that little bittty cut.) I get her cleaned up… get an ice pack for her head, get her undressed and get her in bed.


It gets worse from there on… but here’s the short version. She tries to talk to me in this drunken state about our marital problems. I try to be patient but there’s no reasoning with a drunk and she just ends up pissing me off… I go to the sofa… she follows 10 minutes later in a skimpy thing wanting sex and continuing to try and talk about our problems… My exact words were…”You have a drinking problem, you’re too drunk, and I’m not having this conversation with you right now ”… Her drunken response… “You ownt eber have dis conservation ”(Yes that right…CONSERVATION)…. My response…. “You’re so damn drunk you can’t even say conversation”… Then she attempts to go back to the bedroom… Crash bang boom…. She falls down the stairs and is on her [censored]… Now I’m hot… I get up, go to the stairs and say… “If you don’t think you have a drinking problem then you are exactly where you need to be right now.” When she woke up in the morning with a golf ball size knot on her temple and couldn’t remember how it got there, she suddenly decided she had a drinking problem and started going to AA. As far as I know she hasn’t had a drink since.


I asked her how she got so drunk and she thinks she had 3 or 4 shots of liquor after I dropped her off.


She got her DWI in our driveway… I could have saved her by making her go in the house… the officer would have had to get a search warrant to come in and get her… by that time she would have been sober. BUT… I didn’t…Mostly I let her make her own mistakes but when it comes to her bleeding to death I think I had to do something.


I find it somewhat humorous now but at the time it wasn’t. (Feel free to giggle if ya want… its OK) Sometimes people have to hit bottom before they admit there’s a problem… I thought the DWI was it…but it wasn’t


Anyway enough about my drunken wife….


I know I should probably go to some AL-ANON meetings but right now I’m kinda pissed off at Alcoholics Anonymous. I feel that my wife went there to get help and was preyed upon when she was most vulnerable by an alcoholic vulture. It might not be too productive for me to go there right now.


I got my books today…. It’s late and I need to read.


Sorry if I vented but I feel better now…..LOL….

Umm...Just currious and I don't want un-caring but what will talking to her doctor do?