My fiance went to his moms to spend his weekend with his 11 year old son. They had usually came here, but since last weekend was a bad weekend of his drinking I asked him to please go there. I am tired of the drinking, the added flavoring, the need to drink to get work done. Actually I am just tired.

He called last night, small talk. Are you mad, me not really, a lie. Lying to save his feelings, to try to cope, to keep it calm.

So he calls today. You know you have a boyfriend he says. And I say yeah I know. Did I want to go to some Leggo convention thing here in town. No I say, that is not my thing. Cause everytime I give in and go to his moms he has either drank before I get there or starts sipping. So at least I stick to my guns there. We say goodbye.

I called him back a few minutes later. I told him he needs to make a choice. Either quit with the drinking or let me go. Either way I will be fine. I said I can not go on like this and to think about it and let me know. He says, where did this come from? I said it is along time coming. I once again said please let me know when you know. Period. It is out there, it has been said. A decision in my words from my mouth to his ear.

So it is out there. It is on the table. And you know what it feels pretty good, like a weight has been lifted. It is not on my shoulders anymore.

Just wanted to share. I hope you all have a peacful day and take much care. Love, Jill