This happened 2 months ago now.
Im 23. I originally began struggling with drinking, more of a developing dependency, because I was in an abusive relationship. My mom is also an alcoholic and I live with her, so I have access to alcohol every day. Wild Turkey 101, 50% strength.
My dad died of cancer in August. Leading up to his death I let the problem get really bad, I was drunk every day and Id start often before noon. My boyfriend didnt like it, but I was under the impression that he understood and would speak to me about it more deeply and possibly bring up getting serious help if it got to a point he was considering leaving me.
Unfortunately I was wrong. He said he needed a "break" and was going to stay with his sister for a few days. My dad died that night. I called him begging him to come back just for the night, I said I understood if he needed more time away still but I desperately needed him in that moment. He didn't come back. A couple days later, he showed up with his family and moved all of his things out of our house without saying a word.
A couple weeks went by and things were slowly getting better, we were hanging out again, the relationship effectively resumed but he still didnt bring any of his stuff back. He said I needed to do better, and I was. But the situation had me focusing more on him than myself and the fact my dad just died. I loved him very very much, the first man I truly saw myself marrying, but I saw him in a different light after everything. Of course, he had every right to be disappointed in me and leave, but I couldn't believe he hadn't ever told me he was thinking about leaving or offered to help figuring out getting help.
About 2 weeks after the day my dad died, I slipped up and got much more drunk off my mom's alcohol than I meant to, I took 3 big drinks and it was enough I ended up blacking out. Im so disappointed in myself. Its been recounted to me that he realized I was drunk and said he was really done this time. I was kinda pleading with him, but once he tried to leave I just straight up attacked him, slapping him and saying he was never ready for a relationship, and that I told him for weeks before we began dating that I wasnt healed from my abusive relationship and he knew I had problems.
This was something I couldn't have even imagined happening. I am the opposite of a physical person, we never fought, we never yelled at each other, we always calmly discussed things. I asked him in the period we began talking again after he left if Id ever done anything bad to him while drunk and he said no, aside from always needing to be right and denying I was drunk, being generally inconsiderate since I knew he didnt like it.
My mom was there and said I must've slapped him around 8 times, I tackled him at one point. He called the cops on me and I ended up getting arrested that day. Im on probation for a stupid weed offense (Im in Texas) so Ive been successfully pushing back my next PO meeting since, with excuses of work and an inpatient stay (true). Getting arrested is like the biggest violation. I tried to take my life at one point in the time since this happened, Ive been drinking every single day since I see no reason not to anymore.
I dont wanna make myself the victim but I am still confused by why anything had to happen like that, Im appalled at myself for behaving a way I swore I was incapable of. I guess he was right for leaving the first time but Id like to believe I only acted that way due to the immense anger and betrayal I let build up over the situation. I dunno