with my xh, it was all about his career....with his bottle. i was the catalyst he needed to continue his successful drinking career.....and trust me, that was the only career he had by this time. he needed me for food, shelter, clothing, and money.
that was it. the cold, hard, truth. he could feign affection when he needed sex. but that was just one more job he had to do in order to keep his career going.