My relationship with Scotty ended one night at the Monkey Pub. I had gone there with Gina and Scotty. Gina got up to use the restroom and I was left at the table sitting across from Scotty. When we arrived I was in a good mood and happy. As I sat there watching him drink his beer that I knew was going to be the first of many, I thought to myself, “What am I doing? Do I want to spend the rest of my life with an alcoholic?” My answer to myself was, “No!” I looked across at him and said, “I don’t think this is working anymore.”
He asked, “What isn’t working?”
“So just like that it is over?”
There was ranting and raving about how I would regret it, how I would be alone. I reminded him of all the times I talked to him about getting himself help.
When Gina came back to the table I told her we needed to go.
Breaking up with a boyfriend who lives next door is not easy. He flaunted his relationship with Mary in front of me. I ignored it as much as possible. I won’t lie, it did make me a bit jealous. I kept telling myself it was for the best. I knew something bad was coming in the near future. He had begun drinking in the morning and it continued all day.
One Friday night Wally’s band was playing at the Vogue downtown. Gina, Rene, and I decided to go. We dressed up for the occasion and had fun listening to the bands. Scotty showed up and I tried to ignore that he was there. When it came time to go home we got a ride home with Stan in his cab. Scotty joined us and sat next to me. The entire ride home he kept telling me how he was still in love with me. I kept telling him he wasn’t. When we arrived home we all got out of the cab and Stan drove off. Scotty asked me to go home with him. I told him no. I walked into my house and made some tea before going to bed. I saw him sitting on his back porch pouting. I was tempted, but I stayed strong.
The next day I walked into his house. I had something to give to one of his housemates. There Scotty was sitting on the couch next to Mary. He followed me into the kitchen. I looked at him and shook my head. “That is why I did not go home with you last night.”
“It doesn’t mean anything.”
“Yes it does. I am not going through this anymore. I don’t want you to bother me anymore.”
A few weeks later I met Scott at Stan’s birthday party. I came home one evening to find Wally and Scotty in my living room. Wally looked at me and said, “Scott called.” Scotty looked at me with tears in his eyes and said, “Twice.” I looked at them both and thanked them and then went upstairs. I still loved him but I knew he would not change, ever.
Walking away from that relationship was the hardest thing I have ever done. He was on a downhill slide and I did not want to see the crash. A few months later he was dead. What I had been dreading happened a lot sooner than I expected.
I recently spoke with a young man who was going through a similar situation with his wife. She was addicted to heroine. I told him how I had to walk away because people on a downhill slide drag their partners right along with them. A few weeks later he came to me and told me he was moving back home to his home state. He was walking away from his wife whom he loved and her addiction. I told him he has a lot of courage to walk away. It is hard and painful to watch someone you love self destruct in front of your eyes. It takes great strength to do something about an addiction and those who have sone so should be admired. There is nothing to be done if they do not want to get help, all one can do is save themselves.