He's tired of it...

There is going to come a time when an alcoholic stops functioning as a human, and reverts back to being the alcoholic. At least now I can recognize when it is happening and not feel like the world has stopped. There is all this literature out there promising that Alcoholism is a progressive disease. If the alcoholic doesn't stop drinking, there will be worse things happening. It is so apparentl. THIS IS TRUE.
So yesterday, he had a bad day. A really bad day. I had a bad day too, but that's beside the point, obviously. He had a bad day, wouldn't tell me what happened, just that he was so tired of it. Tired of work, tired of being married, tired of kids, tired of the dog. Just tired of it. I said everyone feels that way sometimes. He said "You DONT know how I feel." I said okay, what happened today. He said everything. He was grouchy, so leave him alone.
Now, with my new set of boundaries, I said okay. And did. It proceeded to get worse. But I know it his junk hitting him, instead of me. I'm not picking up the blame for making everything bad in his life, so he has to feel that. Sanity wins one today. And ironically, I felt better after my horrible day because I sat with the kids on the couch and watched Jeopardy - snuggling with my babies who aren't babies any more.
And just like God promised, the sun came up today. Thank you for new mercies today God, and for my focus being on you where it is not such a bad day!
And just for the record: I.Am.Tired.Of.It TOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!