Can Anyone Relate To This?
I realized that I had become a parent to the A (when he was drunk). I'd have to be at his beck and call every single night while he drank and I couldn't go to sleep until he was passed out. I wasn't allowed to do other things during the evening - oh - I could have, but he'd be yelling to me from the other room to come and listen to him (raging sometimes or just going on and on about something that was on his mind). I was also worried that he'd burn the place down with a cigarette, because sometimes he'd be holding the cigarette and drop it in his lap.
Then ... when he'd finally pass out, I needed time for myself. I needed several hours to unwind before I could even get to sleep myself. Whereas night time was supposed to be for winding down from the day, it was all wound up for me. As time progressed, I believe it affected my equilibrium and I got very sick.
Just wondering if others can relate to this feeling and how destructive this becomes over time ...