betrayed
Hi,
I'm new at this so bear with me. I'm so consumed with so much pain, so many thoughts reverberating through my brain. My story is not unique. I chose to love an alcoholic. I chose to stand by him as his liver failed and he nearly died. I chose to sleep by his bedside and wash his soiled underwear because of his alcoholism. I chose to visit the hospital day after day after day and then the nursing home after that. I chose to pick him up on weekends and take him to my home. I chose to encourage and love and dote on him as he professed he would never take another drink again. I chose to stand by him through everything and he chose to seek out another woman.