Continued from above.
My husband seemed to have quite a severe type of alcoholism which I believe was inherited from his birth father, which I found out later.... [We were both in our twenties when we met, and he had a criminal record at that time--already--from a drinking-related problem....] He was adopted.... My husband was able to do well and be sober for long periods, just by using his willpower, apparently. And he was never willing to go for alcoholism treatment.... It's like he was self-medicating for his stress...? And that was the problem in our marriage, in my view. The drinking was causing more and more problems which I didn't want to deal with without more supports available; and my husband didn't want to talk to me about things that were bothering him....
Myself, I got a lot of therapy before I got married and it helped me.... I'd have liked to continue my therapy longer but my husband-to-be was rushing me to get married and he was living in a different province, at the time. I followed him and I was uprooted from all my supports that I had in the community.... There were some new supports but not enough....
So anyway, divorce happens! It happens to a lot of people! Some time after he died, I found out my husband had supported the police project for quite a long time; and I felt it was something positive between us...even though we were both heterosexual. Anybody can help with a humanitarian cause and people don't have to personally identify with the issues at hand.... I'm sure my ex-husband never imagined what kind of a case the police project would turn into...but I know he wanted to help the police (he gave me hints earlier) and I'll make an effort to see things in the best light possible...!
[If people would like to see some photos of my husband and me, they're welcome to go to the second Waterlily blog, under the Label "Husband and Son."]
Friday, March 6, 2020
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