At the date of this post 29th Dec 2014, we are still together but living apart. We see each other when we can and go out together. We have space to ourselves. We have plans to live together in a home which allows us both to have some space but be together. Jane still drinks but much less and she manages it better. She holds down a job. We still argue but have good times together. We went to the local park today for walk and had a nice time. It was cold and sunny. I suppose this is life; the imperfections of life and of relationships. Sometimes when I look at her she shows me, in her expression, her tender, childish, charming undamaged interior. It is the face of innocence. Innocence is beautiful and precious. It is pure. In part, at least, my relationship with Jane, from my side, is one of carer and father. It fills a need I have. Perhaps from her side she needs her father who died years ago. We are father/daughter to a certain extent. I feel psychologically messed up ...
The diary of a victim of an alcoholic. It is tough loving an alcoholic.