My husband met with some men from his AA group today. He's still drinking. It wasn't easy to get him there and he almost didn't get out of the car, but they understand him. They know exactly what he's feeling right now. It was good. He's going to spend tomorrow afternoon with one of them and then they'll go to their AA meeting.
Baby steps. A part of him wants to keep drinking. A part of him wants more out of life. He's been doing a whole lot of thinking. I've been giving him support, no judgement, no pity, just here. He thinks he's a worthless piece of sh*t. He isn't. He is worthy of love and compassion. He's still not considering rehab, but we're taking it one day at a time. This morning I didn't think he'd even be at this place, mentally. I'm praying, listening, using my instincts.
We took our son to a quiet park, then played at a couple other places outdoors on the way home. He ran, played, had a great time. We had quiet time, but also played with him.