Winnie, one of the things that have me the strength to leave was when AXH had lit into me one morning as I was getting ready to take the kids to school. When I dropped my oldest, he stepped out of the car, leaned back in, and asked: "when will you have has enough, Mom?" And closed the car door and walked away.
That's when I knew that my children were at least as affected by their father's alcoholism as I was
It's good. The kids are finally talking and working through their garbage. It's painful, but it's progress.