Last night, he told me that he really appreciates my efforts to keep him from going out and drinking. He said he knows he gets angry at me, but in the end he doesn't know where he would be without me. He said right now he's trying to keep from drinking, and he's thinking of hobbies to keep him busy. He's still trying to find a psychiatrist to deal with his depression, but nobody will call him back
I told him I don't trust him. He said he hates it; he hates that he doesn't have any access to our checking account, and that's he made to feel like a 5 year-old. But in the end, he did it to himself. If I had done the things he had over and over, he would feel the same way. Trust is something that's easy to lose and almost impossible to regain.