I reconnected with an old friend who turns out is a alcoholic

by Janet

We were pals in our 20s. We married other people. We lost contact about 15 years ago – life happens. We reconnected in January this year. It was like I saw him yesterday. We got on like a house on fire – we always did. We now live 200 miles apart.

I went to visit him in Feb – we had the best weekend – we started to fall in love :). Then the phone calls came thick and fast. We fell out a couple of times. He was down because he had a bad back. He was down because he’d had so much time off work he was due to be dismissed. We still chatted and laughed a lot on the phone. There were a couple of late night maudlin phone calls where he told me he didn’t like what he’d become and he cried. He told me he loved me, needed me and wanted me to know everything about him even stuff I might not like. We missed each other.

We arranged to meet half way between our home towns. I was really looking forward to it. He arrived and was shaking and distracted. I thought it was the bad back. It was like being with a stranger. I knew he was anxious about the impending dismissal. On the Sunday morning he had a seizure and landed on his face. The paramedics and 2 doctors told me it was due to alcohol withdrawal. The shaking was the DTs – he admitted that. He told me he’d been drinking heavily for years. He had lost his short term memory. From what the doctors told me and stuff I found out myself I realized he’s a chronic alcoholic. The hospital detoxed him and he went home and started drinking again. I cut off from him but couldn’t completely turn my back on him.

I’m now in Alanon. It’s a great help. He’s still drinking and we have spoken on the phone a couple of times and he’s not always coherent or pleasant. I am going to find out about co-dependency. I can only try to help myself. I know he’s killing himself – I can do nothing to help him. I am here as his friend. he has a wet brain and has all the symptoms of end-stage alcoholism. It breaks my heart.

He is bitter and angry that he has ruined things between us and that we didn’t reconnect 10 years ago – I guess that was when he might’ve started the heavy drinking. I cannot call him. He calls me. If I don’t hear from him I worry he’s dead. I think I’d like to see him again one more time to say my good-byes, but it may not be possible. I have to take care of myself. I am so sad. Maybe we could’ve had a good time together – we will never know. The only thing I know is that I am detaching with love and I am finding it hard to do. Alanon is a safe place for me to work on myself.

I feel sad and stressed and worried about him and I wake up thinking about him. I want to be able to park him somewhere less prominent in my head. He’s a very poorly man. He has never said he is an alcoholic, though he knows I know because I told him. I wish he would call me to tell me the truth and own up to being an alcoholic but that’s my fantasy – and added to that I’d love to hear him say he’s going to get the right help – but I know that’s such a remote possibility. It’s torture at the moment and I hope it starts to feel less painful for me. He’s 200 miles away – he’s still hoping I’ll visit and we’ll go on holiday as we had planned. It can’t happen. I know I have to cut off but most days I decide to do nothing but that doesn’t stop me worrying.

This is such an evil and pernicious disease and its effects are devastating. I know I have stuff to learn from this – otherwise why am I going through this? I want to feel serenity. I wish peace for him. So far this is my story.

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