He ran a business, and it was going down the tubes. I worked as a nurse, and we had four children so I didn't keep tabs on the company. That was his baby, although I signed all the papers to buy it years before. By the time I found out, it was too late to bail him out. He had already started to drink excessively but I was in denial. It was 27 years; he hated his mom because she had alcoholism; throughout our marriage, he was not a drinker. We tried AA and counselors for the next two years, and he kept drinking. We almost lost our home and quickly sold it (after he cleared the three liens, I had no idea were on our house.) My mom's house was empty; I would inherit it so we could move there for free. He had an ankle monitor from his 2nd DUI. We filed for bankruptcy. We lost almost everything. And he kept drinking, disappearing for days, and embarrassing me and my kids. My family found out and came down on me. I didn't care because he was a good man and I loved him. Soon I lost respect for him and due to lies and deception, I lost trust. I became a wreck. My counselor told me she was done with me because I would soon need a psychiatric hospital if I didn't get out of this situation. I felt like I looked and felt like a hag. This is just part one. There is so much more. Divorce tore my heart out, but I thought it might save his life and wake him up. He tried to kill himself...long drawn-out rehab recovery. And so much more, culminating in his 4th DUI, a felony count, last December. He stabbed me in the back last October and walked out after we were discussing remarriage, and he had been seeing someone once a week, way too long of a story here too, and he was a coward and traitor to me and the kids, his life went downhill again and after almost 2 years sober, he started to drink again and got the eventual DUI. He went to jail for 4 months and only talked to his girlfriend on the phone, never me or the kids, she picked him up when he got out and he's living with her. he has nothing but an old truck he can't drive because he lost his license for 5 years. In the meantime I am dating men with homes, retirement, cars, and winter in Florida...mature men on my level. But, I still mourn the loss of the husband I planned to be with forever. Sorry, so long but it could be 10 more pages. There's a connection I can't seem to see realistically.