This is my least favorite story so far. I almost stopped reading when I came across the part where Jim used his fist on his wife, but I kept going hoping it was a one time incident due to alcohol. When I got to the part where he stabbed her, I was fuming and I should have stopped there but I didn’t. Then to read his wife wanted the judge to show him some grace, I was livid. Where the fuck are his consequences? Obviously I’ve got more work to do on myself when I’m allowing an abusive story to affect me emotionally like this.
Enough about my feelings, I’ll share how I can relate. I also, started my heavy drinking when we lost just about everything. We owned 3 homes and were reduced to just the one we were living in which is similar to Jim. Rather than fighting harder to rebuild, I chose to drink and drug instead to drown my sorrows.Thankfully, sobriety has given us the clarity to fight for what little we have left.