I have self doubts when ever I am lonely. I start remembering how nice it was to have someone rub my feet, help pay the bills, and love me.
Then, just like when I am romanticizing booze, I have to play the tape to the end. I have to remember the weeks of silence and hostile stares. The nights peeking out, checking on him while he chatted on sex sites and drank til the sun came up. The vomit. The smell coming from his pours.
I did what I could, we did what we could, but having a relationship with a drunk is like dating something from a different species. We think differently. We act and react differently, and we just don't stand a chance at happiness as long as we are with them in my opinion.
Feel sorry for the new girl, or feel disgust, because either she is a nice girl embarking on a horrible journey with your ex-drunk, or she is one of them, a sick minded person he can share his madness with.