The not belittling part has been extremely hard, but Im doing it. Ive bit my tongue so much its swore, but Im proud of me.
Im proud of not just reacting, tossing him out again only to two weks later let him back. I feel that was causing more pain for all of us.
I did contemplate taking him some of the groceries and some clothes last night, as I sorta felt bad he was talking about eating and I said I cant be with you like this, Im taking you to the other house...but then I asked myself about my needs and decided I didnt want to drive anymore and he chose to drink knowing the consequences to that (although apparently thinking he could hide it.)