Your situation reminds me of my own, 20 years ago… I married a man who was a functioning alcoholic. I knew this to be true when we first started dating. I encouraged him to wean down from Heineken to Coors Extra Gold to Coors Light, but he drank from the moment he got home from work until he fell asleep—like a chain smoker, he’d go to the kitchen to toss the empty in recycling then straight to the fridge for the next one.
Four years we dated, and he kept saying he’d try to quit… but there were always excuses. Then I got pregnant – I was 24 and he was 31. He said he’d quit after the honeymoon (late November), then after Christmas, then after New Year’s, then after his birthday, then after the superbowl, then after St. Patrick’s Day, then when the baby was born… and on it went.
When our son was 3, my husband’s bloodwork showed that his liver enzymes were out of whack. The doctor told him to stop drinking for a month and they’d retest. He stopped, and there wasn’t noticeable change. But within a few days after he started again (as soon as the second blood sample was collected), his own best friend (a partier himself) looked him in the eye and said, “You know what? You’re an asshole when you drink.” He laughed that off, but it was true… the change when he resumed drinking was far more noticeable than when he had stopped.
When my son was 4, his daycare provider called to say that he was acting depressed. My normally gregarious, active son was moping away from the other kids and wouldn’t even put up a fuss if one of the other kids started something with him, the way preschoolers do. This was my wakeup call.
I told him to stop drinking or move out, and started sleeping on the couch. It took a couple months for him to realize that I was serious. He moved out insisting that I’d miss him when he was gone. In fact, a weight was lifted off my shoulders—I didn’t have a second child to care for! It was an epiphany that I felt more like his mother than his wife and partner. Several months into it, we tried counseling – but he accused me and the therapists of conspiring against him and stormed out. He would say that he missed us and still wanted to be a family, yet he still refused to quit.
Eventually, I filed for divorce. We had arranged visitations for every weekend. He became so unstable that he lost his job of more than 10 years. He then got caught DUI, and that was enough for him to attempt suicide. He became more volatile and had outbursts in front of our son. I had to go to court to have visitation withdrawn unless he went through rehab. I moved out of our apartment and didn’t tell him where we had gone. I was afraid he’d do something impulsive and damaging to our son. I had to sign paperwork at the school that my son’s name and image could never ne used in publications, and that my ex and no one in his family could have access to my son. I was on edge all the time.
Meanwhile, I was the “bad guy” in my son’s mind, because I wouldn’t let him see Daddy. I told him it was the judge’s decision, and he replied, “Well, that’s a mean judge.” I decided to place the blame where it laid, and told him that the judge told Daddy that he had to stop drinking before he could visit him… “Why won’t Daddy stop drinking to see me?” 5-year-old’s heart broken.
A few weeks after my son started third grade (age seven), my ex-sister-in-law called to tell me that my ex had died. He was 39 and his liver finally gave out. My son happened to be right there when I took the call. Heart broken again. All hope lost.
With the benefit of hindsight, it was better for us to have the finality of his death than for there to always be the lingering fear on my part, and the futile hope of reconciliation on my son’s part. I am confident that I made the right decision in leaving him, because had I tried to make it work, he’d have drug us into his hell with him. Still, it has been a painful journey, and I do wish that I had stopped enabling him sooner. I don’t know that the outcome could have been any different for my ex, as addiction has killed more than half of his family.
I have shared my story with you so you can see where this might be headed. Al-Anon is a good place to start. I also wonder about the couples counseling, because you mention it in passing without any details. At least your husband is willing to go – so please continue or resume. Don’t take his drinking or related behaviors personally – they are his issues and he needs to own them. You need to do what is necessary to protect your daughter and yourself, emotionally and physically.
Feel free to share my experience with your husband. I know that my ex loved our son, but it takes more than emotions to be a good parent. Hopefully it is not too late for your family.