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Wow that is some revelation Smug. Hope everything works out for Mrs S and her family. Let’s hope tomorrow the Lads can put a smile on your face. All the best mate.This is a hard post for me.
After eight years caring for Mrs Smug I've finally lost the battle. She became totally dependent on alcohol, depressed and suffering anxiety attacks. During that time she's had four serious suicide attempts and other 'cries for help'.
I've fought to get her the help she needed, tried to get her family involved and done everything possible to make her life wonderful. It was wonderful but nothing helped ... the depression made her drink and the drink made her depressed.
We've been employed by bankers, Sheikhs, Oligarchs as well as lovely and decent normal people. We've lived in the most incredible places, had power boats and brought family & friends to the property, from the airport, in the company helicopter. We've also had immense respect and affection from some of the property owners including this one.
Nothing worked, absolutely nothing and it's been a huge test but, thankfully, I'm an eternal optimist who believes that being kind, generous and decent with people eventually comes back on you. If I've been abrupt with people on here I'll apologise up to a point but almost always stand by what I post.
Mrs Smug has now gone to be cared for by her family, good luck to them all. Some of you may have noticed I've quite often talked about an upcoming match, where I've booked a ticket, travel and accommodation, only to say, on the day, that Mrs Smug couldn't be left. That's when I've given my ticket away and apologised.
On other occasions I've taken a chance, gone to the game and had a cracking time with the lads. Sadly, as soon as I was on the train home, I've starting calling home and getting no answer. I've called and texted all the way home becoming more and more anxious ... multiple attempted suicides has that effect.
I've arrived home to find a drunken heap on the floor who's become violent when woken. Now she's elsewhere I can happily plan trips/flights/trains for games like this weekend. I'm off soon to stay in North Shields, with friends, so I don't have another 'crack of dawn' saga tomorrow
After decades of generally happy marriage, that was bliss for the first ten years, it's hard but I'm a happy bloke who always finds a way through whatever life throws at me ...
... so now that's off my chest, HA’WAY THE LADS and let's get back to the top of that table
All the best Smug, and best wishes your wife can get the help she needs to get on the mend. Trying to help loved ones in this kind of predicament is exhausting , so I hope you also get the break you need and can enjoy your footie days out a bit more stress free
I had a similar situation years ago, luckily not myself, but my mam and her long term partner. He suffered with depression, then the drink got hold of him. My mam kept it secret from me for about a year until she finally told me. I obviously wasn't best pleased and finally persuaded my mam to part ways.
Unfortunately he never recovered and died later that year. Leaving my mam an emotional wreck and a load in debt (he took loans out in her name for drink ffs).
She says it's the best thing she's ever done cutting him loose, sounds horrible, but she needed to do it for herself as she'd tried every avenue going to no avail.
Stay strong marra
Really sorry to read this, Smug. I hope things improve for both you and your lass. It's a horrible thing to deal with and you've got my support and best wishes and hopes for the future. Take careThis is a hard post for me.
After eight years caring for Mrs Smug I've finally lost the battle. She became totally dependent on alcohol, depressed and suffering anxiety attacks. During that time she's had four serious suicide attempts and other 'cries for help'.
I've fought to get her the help she needed, tried to get her family involved and done everything possible to make her life wonderful. It was wonderful but nothing helped ... the depression made her drink and the drink made her depressed.
We've been employed by bankers, Sheikhs, Oligarchs as well as lovely and decent normal people. We've lived in the most incredible places, had power boats and brought family & friends to the property, from the airport, in the company helicopter. We've also had immense respect and affection from some of the property owners including this one.
Nothing worked, absolutely nothing and it's been a huge test but, thankfully, I'm an eternal optimist who believes that being kind, generous and decent with people eventually comes back on you. If I've been abrupt with people on here I'll apologise up to a point but almost always stand by what I post.
Mrs Smug has now gone to be cared for by her family, good luck to them all. Some of you may have noticed I've quite often talked about an upcoming match, where I've booked a ticket, travel and accommodation, only to say, on the day, that Mrs Smug couldn't be left. That's when I've given my ticket away and apologised.
On other occasions I've taken a chance, gone to the game and had a cracking time with the lads. Sadly, as soon as I was on the train home, I've starting calling home and getting no answer. I've called and texted all the way home becoming more and more anxious ... multiple attempted suicides has that effect.
I've arrived home to find a drunken heap on the floor who's become violent when woken. Now she's elsewhere I can happily plan trips/flights/trains for games like this weekend. I'm off soon to stay in North Shields, with friends, so I don't have another 'crack of dawn' saga tomorrow
After decades of generally happy marriage, that was bliss for the first ten years, it's hard but I'm a happy bloke who always finds a way through whatever life throws at me ...
... so now that's off my chest, HA’WAY THE LADS and let's get back to the top of that table
This is a hard post for me.
After eight years caring for Mrs Smug I've finally lost the battle. She became totally dependent on alcohol, depressed and suffering anxiety attacks. During that time she's had four serious suicide attempts and other 'cries for help'.
I've fought to get her the help she needed, tried to get her family involved and done everything possible to make her life wonderful. It was wonderful but nothing helped ... the depression made her drink and the drink made her depressed.
We've been employed by bankers, Sheikhs, Oligarchs as well as lovely and decent normal people. We've lived in the most incredible places, had power boats and brought family & friends to the property, from the airport, in the company helicopter. We've also had immense respect and affection from some of the property owners including this one.
Nothing worked, absolutely nothing and it's been a huge test but, thankfully, I'm an eternal optimist who believes that being kind, generous and decent with people eventually comes back on you. If I've been abrupt with people on here I'll apologise up to a point but almost always stand by what I post.
Mrs Smug has now gone to be cared for by her family, good luck to them all. Some of you may have noticed I've quite often talked about an upcoming match, where I've booked a ticket, travel and accommodation, only to say, on the day, that Mrs Smug couldn't be left. That's when I've given my ticket away and apologised.
On other occasions I've taken a chance, gone to the game and had a cracking time with the lads. Sadly, as soon as I was on the train home, I've starting calling home and getting no answer. I've called and texted all the way home becoming more and more anxious ... multiple attempted suicides has that effect.
I've arrived home to find a drunken heap on the floor who's become violent when woken. Now she's elsewhere I can happily plan trips/flights/trains for games like this weekend. I'm off soon to stay in North Shields, with friends, so I don't have another 'crack of dawn' saga tomorrow
After decades of generally happy marriage, that was bliss for the first ten years, it's hard but I'm a happy bloke who always finds a way through whatever life throws at me ...
... so now that's off my chest, HA’WAY THE LADS and let's get back to the top of that table
That has taken a lot of courage mate, not just to post on here but also to keep trying everything possible over the years. What you have gone through is pretty close to home for me, not to the same extent by a long way but I think I can relate.
My thoughts are with you both, and here's to a thumping win tomorrow!
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Smug obviously we have never met but it seems in another way got to know you quite well following your posts and threads. My thoughts and prayers are with you likewise your good lady. You have clearly supported her so dearly and as man/husband so you are truly an amazing guy. Your wear your heart on your sleeve and you can walk away at the moment with your head held high. I say at the moment because things can change very quickly and I hope they will for you in a very positive way. When someone goes down the road your wife is going down there's not normally a happy ending. The person who you were married too at the moment is not there. Your just communicating with the alcohol. I pray that the light goes on inside her head and she see's what she's losing....the old saying....you don't know what you miss till it's it gone. Take each day as it comes and look after yourself.......best....LAThis is a hard post for me.
After eight years caring for Mrs Smug I've finally lost the battle. She became totally dependent on alcohol, depressed and suffering anxiety attacks. During that time she's had four serious suicide attempts and other 'cries for help'.
I've fought to get her the help she needed, tried to get her family involved and done everything possible to make her life wonderful. It was wonderful but nothing helped ... the depression made her drink and the drink made her depressed.
We've been employed by bankers, Sheikhs, Oligarchs as well as lovely and decent normal people. We've lived in the most incredible places, had power boats and brought family & friends to the property, from the airport, in the company helicopter. We've also had immense respect and affection from some of the property owners including this one.
Nothing worked, absolutely nothing and it's been a huge test but, thankfully, I'm an eternal optimist who believes that being kind, generous and decent with people eventually comes back on you. If I've been abrupt with people on here I'll apologise up to a point but almost always stand by what I post.
Mrs Smug has now gone to be cared for by her family, good luck to them all. Some of you may have noticed I've quite often talked about an upcoming match, where I've booked a ticket, travel and accommodation, only to say, on the day, that Mrs Smug couldn't be left. That's when I've given my ticket away and apologised.
On other occasions I've taken a chance, gone to the game and had a cracking time with the lads. Sadly, as soon as I was on the train home, I've starting calling home and getting no answer. I've called and texted all the way home becoming more and more anxious ... multiple attempted suicides has that effect.
I've arrived home to find a drunken heap on the floor who's become violent when woken. Now she's elsewhere I can happily plan trips/flights/trains for games like this weekend. I'm off soon to stay in North Shields, with friends, so I don't have another 'crack of dawn' saga tomorrow
After decades of generally happy marriage, that was bliss for the first ten years, it's hard but I'm a happy bloke who always finds a way through whatever life throws at me ...
... so now that's off my chest, HA’WAY THE LADS and let's get back to the top of that table
Really sorry to hear this Smug and think it is brave to share in public. The old saying what goes on behind closed doors and all that, but for me speaking about your ordeals is as important as getting the right help for Mrs Smug, as your mental health is just as important.This is a hard post for me.
After eight years caring for Mrs Smug I've finally lost the battle. She became totally dependent on alcohol, depressed and suffering anxiety attacks. During that time she's had four serious suicide attempts and other 'cries for help'.
I've fought to get her the help she needed, tried to get her family involved and done everything possible to make her life wonderful. It was wonderful but nothing helped ... the depression made her drink and the drink made her depressed.
We've been employed by bankers, Sheikhs, Oligarchs as well as lovely and decent normal people. We've lived in the most incredible places, had power boats and brought family & friends to the property, from the airport, in the company helicopter. We've also had immense respect and affection from some of the property owners including this one.
Nothing worked, absolutely nothing and it's been a huge test but, thankfully, I'm an eternal optimist who believes that being kind, generous and decent with people eventually comes back on you. If I've been abrupt with people on here I'll apologise up to a point but almost always stand by what I post.
Mrs Smug has now gone to be cared for by her family, good luck to them all. Some of you may have noticed I've quite often talked about an upcoming match, where I've booked a ticket, travel and accommodation, only to say, on the day, that Mrs Smug couldn't be left. That's when I've given my ticket away and apologised.
On other occasions I've taken a chance, gone to the game and had a cracking time with the lads. Sadly, as soon as I was on the train home, I've starting calling home and getting no answer. I've called and texted all the way home becoming more and more anxious ... multiple attempted suicides has that effect.
I've arrived home to find a drunken heap on the floor who's become violent when woken. Now she's elsewhere I can happily plan trips/flights/trains for games like this weekend. I'm off soon to stay in North Shields, with friends, so I don't have another 'crack of dawn' saga tomorrow
After decades of generally happy marriage, that was bliss for the first ten years, it's hard but I'm a happy bloke who always finds a way through whatever life throws at me ...
... so now that's off my chest, HA’WAY THE LADS and let's get back to the top of that table
Enjoy the games and seeing your mates, it sounds like you need some friends around you at the minute. Just message if you ever need to vent or just for a chat I know we have never met but sometimes a strangers perspective can be more insightful than you realise.
Sorry to hear this Smug and very brave of you to post. Enjoy the respite and I hope your wife can face and overcome her demons and you can get back to happier times.
I too came over to 606 because of you Smug, I didn't even know this place existed before the FPP stuff began. I visit both sites now. I don't know you personally but you come across as a kind man who likes to help others in your posts. Depression is a very real and nasty affliction which is compounded by alcohol which is actually a depressant in itself. Vicious cycle. Hope your wife can find it in herself to seek help from doctors if necessary to find inner peace. You have done all you can to help her, now she has to get help from professionals to hopefully return to being the woman you fell in love with. Good luck to you and her.
Cheers to you and everyone else.
I posted for two main reasons and a few side issues.
First, to give solace and encouragement to anyone else with the same problem.
Second, because I'm not one for keeping up a pretence, I don't want to make out Mrs Smug is still here, especially when so many people know me in real life.
So that's that, life goes on.
I'm currently at the Museum ...
... no, not as an exhibit ffs, having a pint with some mates
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Take care Smug and if you ever need a chat just give me a shout.
Don't know what to say mate as words can't truly capture how you feel. I know from first hand how devastating alcohol can be and the emotions of helplessness, anger, frustration at not being able to adequately care for your loved one takes over you. It seems you have made the best decision in getting help and now you need some healing so take up offers the board lads laid down and remember you're not alone you'll be in our thoughts.
Hopefully it's got a weight off your shoulders as well Smug. Go well mate, and my hat is off to you fine people on here.Cheers to you and everyone else.
I posted for two main reasons and a few side issues.
First, to give solace and encouragement to anyone else with the same problem.
Second, because I'm not one for keeping up a pretence, I don't want to make out Mrs Smug is still here, especially when so many people know me in real life.
So that's that, life goes on.
I'm currently at the Museum ...
... no, not as an exhibit ffs, having a pint with some mates
...
Sorry to read your news Smug. Take care and use this time to look after yourself, it's easy to forget to do that when you're so focused on caring for some close to you. Hopefully things work out for both of you.
The last couple of days of this thread made me think about this . . . .
There might always be that odd one, but in the main we look after each other in our little village
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After spending the last 2 years struggling seriously with my mental health, these last 2 months have been a game changer.
I got promoted at work at the stress of being in the office was too much for me, aswell as being a single father of my twin boys 50/50, with their mam.
I feel like a new man now going into next year and for the first time in ages, actually enjoying life and the gym again.
Anyway enough about me. Happy Saturday lads, fingers crossed for a result today and god bless x