BAM! And with the breakdown of my marriage, I have become a recovery cliché

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I was literally 3 paragraphs into a blog post about how time has started moving so much faster in my second year of recovery (I’m now 18 months and 3 days sober), and how it’s all become so much more normalised and BAM!!! My husband announces that he’s not happy and wants to separate.


I did not expect this.

I mean, OK, yes I had caught him chatting with another woman online a month beforehand. This wasn’t the first time he had been semi-unfaithful (or unfaithful – never marry a really good-looking guy!) so I was upset, but not as much as perhaps I should have been. Once caught, however, he promised that he did love me and want to make a go of things, at least for our daughter’s sake, so we had a lot of chats about what needed to change (mainly he wanted more sex – sorry if that’s TMI!) and we put a plan of action into place. He said he’d completely cut off contact with the other woman, and I thought things were going well. I was trying really hard to make things work, and although he was being quite negative about my attempts I just put that down to his general unhappiness with his life. I guess I sound like I had my head in the sand, and I probably did, but let’s try and give my actions a little bit of context.

What our relationship was like when I was drinking

For the first few years of our relationship, my husband and I fought like cats and dogs. It’s a wonder that we survived those first few years to be honest, and looking back I’m not sure how we did. Our relationship was passionate for sure, but we were both used to being the most powerful person in our previous relationships, and we both needed to make some concessions if we were going to be together. Eventually we did overcome this power struggle and hit a more harmonious place in our relationship.

Despite this harmony, however, I still had very low self esteem. It’s something that started when I was around 9, I think, that thought that I was unworthy of love, and something that I used to fuel my academic achievements (“If I’m successful, then I am worthy?”). When I met my husband I had all manner of walls that I had built up around me so that I didn’t get hurt, but one-by-one they came down as I fell in love with him and decided that, for the sake of happiness, this time I would allow myself to be vulnerable. Nevertheless, I still found it really hard to believe that someone would love me for who I was, particularly someone as good looking and wonderful as my husband. On top of that, when we would go to bars, women would throw themselves at my husband right in front of me and I would just have to stand there and take it, or else risk looking like an insecure, jealous wife (which according to my pride, would be worse than anything).

Add to this my amazing propensity to say the exact-wrong-thing at the exact-wrong-time, as well as my resting bitch face, posh accent, and poor ability to recognise people, and people would very often get the impression that I am a complete bitch. This fed my insecurity, which led to drinking, which led to ignoring the problem and my feelings about it, and this led to more drinking. You know the cycle.

Anyways, when I was this insecure, needy, drunk person, within my relationship I would seek constant reassurance from my husband that he really did love me, that I wasn’t fat and ugly, etc etc. In fact I had a Friday night ritual that I adhered to like clockwork: drink 1-2 bottles of wine, yell at my husband for not loving me enough, cry and ask him why he doesn’t love me, repeat until he fell asleep or stormed out to sleep on the couch.

How getting sober affected my relationship

When I got sober, my self-esteem started to come back. Through a lot of reading, listening to podcasts, chatting with recovery friends online and so forth, I dealt with a lot of the shame that I had. I also stopped going out drinking and saying dumb shit to people, so I started pissing people off less. On top of that, I lost weight and got fitter, so I was less insecure about my appearance.

I also learned throughout this process that there was no point trying to control or change other people. All I can control is myself and my reactions to other people, but I can’t control them. There were still things that weren’t perfect about my husband, but I loved him and wanted to be with him so I stopped trying to make him have deep and meaningful conversations with me. I stopped trying to get him to hang out with me outside of just falling asleep on the couch and snoring whilst I watch TV. We would do things as a family (e.g. go swimming or bike riding or whatever), but we didn’t do much just the two of us. That’s the way he seemed to want it, so I stopped trying to force something that wasn’t going to happen.

From my perspective, all of this worked like magic. I basically stopped fighting with my husband altogether, I stopped worrying about where he was if he went out late or wasn’t answering his phone. I focused on myself, my work, my recovery, and enjoying my life, and I was happy. But he wasn’t. All of this change had made him think that I didn’t love him anymore. To his credit, he did try and talk to me about the way he was feeling (sort of), and I guess I didn’t recognise the gravity of his feelings as I just brushed it off and said “Of course I love you”. Cue him seeking love and intimacy elsewhere…

So now I’ve become a recovery cliché – what next?

When I first got into recovery, I had heard that relationships often don’t survive one person getting sober. I had never, ever, in a million years, thought that this would apply to me. For one thing, my husband doesn’t really drink so it was me that needed to be fixed. For another, our once-volatile relationship had become so much more harmonious and I was so much happier once I was sober. I guess it didn’t occur to me that he would not also be happier.

Yesterday he said to me that he might be willing to go to counselling. This is pretty big for him as I’ve been mentioning it for years and have never been able to get him to agree. I would like to take this path, but he is still seeing the other woman and I’m not willing to try and fix a relationship while he is seeing someone else. So I guess for now he will move out and continue his relationship with her and we shall see how it goes.


I would be lying if I were to say that it hadn’t crossed my mind to drink over all of this. It definitely has, A LOT. But for the grace of something or another, I have somehow remained sober. As my recovery coach said – drinking is not going to fix anything. It will give me a really bad hangover though, and possibly lead me down a spiral that I don’t want to go down.

What I am doing is continuing to try and accept that which I cannot control. I cannot make my husband stay, and I don’t want to try and make him stay if that is not what he wants. I was reading My Fair Junkie yesterday and there’s a section where Amy Dresdner talks about doing court-ordered community service in which she is cleaning up rubbish off the streets. She has a realisation whilst doing so that whilst she cannot control her circumstances, she can control her attitude towards it. So I applied a similar thought to my own situation. I may not be choosing this, but I can choose how I deal with it. I have had moments of feeling happy since my husband said he was leaving, and then I immediately had negative thoughts come into my head like “oh you’ll only feel crappy again later”. But then I batted those negative thoughts away and thought to myself, that yes, I will feel crappy at times, but I don’t have to ruin the times I feel good by thinking about the times I might feel bad.

I’m sure that I have a long journey of self-reflection and processing ahead of me, but I am amazed at how resilient I have been so far. I would NEVER have been this resilient if I were still drinking, and that is a win in and of itself.

5 thoughts on “BAM! And with the breakdown of my marriage, I have become a recovery cliché

  1. What doesn’t kill you, will make you stronger (If you do not drink over it!) Cliche I know, but very true. I have been divorced for 13 months now and lived alone for 18. I no longer wake up next to someone I am not happy with and who is unhappy with me.
    The end of your marriage seems a natural evolution to me from your description of it. Hang on, hold tight and see wait to see what comes next. You may be in for the ride of your life if you do not blow it with the drink!

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  2. Aaaah, sending hugs lovely lady. I think you should be so proud of yourself having got to 18 months sober. And you’re very raw in telling us when your feelings of low self-worth began.

    When did Addiction get so powerful that it destroys relationships? I quit after 37 years of marriage: we met and bonded over booze – it lubricated our relationship. Latterly, with the menopause, I became an angry and impatient drinker, wife and mother. Soooo bad 😦 The first year of not drinking, it was hell, and I criticised my hubby’s drinking – not good. Year 2, I disappeared for 2 months for some space’ year 3, the row of the century. ALL very much needed.

    Today, we are peaceful and harmonious. Addiction doesn’t define us: society wants it to, but we don’t need it to. Hubby still drinks: his choice. I never will again: my choice. We do some things together, but a lot of my social life is spent with other women – my choice.

    Let’s be our raggedy selves. I reckon your hubby may well return: you have all those years together and a daughter. The lust eases over time, and true personalities emerge. The truth is that YOU have changed and he will have to renegotiate your relationship. It’s possible. Focus on you and your daughter for now….. ❤

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    1. Thank you so much for your comment! You may be spot on. We actually do have (or had) a very harmonious relationship a lot of the time. And being able to nurture my friendships with my female friends a bit more is something I’m looking forward to, now I hopefully will have more time to do it.

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  3. Seems you’re doing much better, which makes me feel so happy for you.

    The one thing I noticed is that you are excluding people of faith. Why is that? What’s limiting you to tolerate everything with the “I can control my attitude and reactions” base point but not being able to tolerate people who find comfort and meaning in faith?

    Did you have a particularly bad experience?


    1. I don’t think one must have a particularly bad experience to reject religious mentality, any more than one must have lost a leg to an alligator to avoid wading in Florida swamps. It merely requires valuing critical thinking skills and understanding the flaws of magical thinking. Logic and “faith” are incompatible, and while it is comforting to imagine ourselves in the care of a parental deity, if we truly lived as if we believed that then we would accomplish nothing, including sobriety, and would likely be considered insane. Everyone of all faiths draws a line somewhere over which they choose to believe in themselves and/or in the laws of physics or society, more than they believe that some god is going to take care of it for them. Since we have the free will to decide where we distinguish between faith and realism, that is proof to me that faith is just a game we play with ourselves, and that when we are ready to stop playing we can make the choice to take full responsibility for our actions. If we don’t, and if we decide to remain “powerless” then we are more vulnerable to relapse because hey, it’s God’s will.


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