It's been two weeks
It's been exactly two weeks (almost to the minute) that I left my AH and so I thought it would be good to get some feelings out. I gave him the ultimatum of Alcohol or me.
Leaving was freeing. It forced the load I was carrying off my back. Things haven't been easy, I never know what the day will bring. So far he's spent six days in detox and is now spending the weekend with his family before he starts outpatient on Monday. We'll see, I have no trust left.
Sadly the most peaceful moments I've had over the past two weeks were while he was in detox and could only call me for a limited conversation. Otherwise it's irrational strings of text messages and unmeaningful conversations about the weather. Today he told me he didn't want to talk to me, but texting was fine. I told him that wasn't acceptable to me and that if he didn't have enough respect for me to have a conversation then I didn't want to receive texts from him and he could call me when he's ready.
Quite frankly I don't even miss him and I'm sick and tired of living out of bags. On the plus side I started reading Codependent no more and man that very first chapter abut Jessica's story I could have wrote myself.