I met my partner three and a half years ago. My self esteem was at rock bottom but he showered me with praises and compliments and said he wanted to take care of me (due to being very sick for much of my life, I was a late bloomer and still finding my way through adulthood). 

We moved in together too early, at 6 months, and that's when it started to get bad. I knew he had a drinking problem beforehand, but only realized the true extent when we began living together. He drank every single day, often to the point of drunkenness. On top of that he would get angry with me very often, especially when stressed at work. He would come home angry and I'd spend hours getting yelled at as he got progressively drunker.

It worsened as time went on. I am a college student, but I started late due to the aforementioned illness. I am grateful beyond belief for having family wealthy enough to have given me financial support and a hefty nest egg. I often gave him money from this nest egg - I paid for major car repairs, I paid for his rent one month before we moved in together because he lost his job, I would take the lions share of the rent when he was short (which did happen a lot), and sent him money whenever he asked for it.

It wasn't enough. He worked full time with a nice wage but all of his excess money went to alcohol. He would spend many nights yelling at me for not having a better job or contributing more (I paid half the bills on top of everything above, but he had personal debts as well). He almost convinced me to drop out of school right after I got accepted to my dream University after transferring from a community college. 

He got fired from his nice job due to drinking while at work and I supported us single handedly for 4 months - I paid his car payment, his medical bills, groceries, all the rent and utilities and internet, and even took us out to a nice date to celebrate our anniversary amongst it all. I thought during this time he was cleaning up his act, but then last month I found a huge stash of alcohol he had been using my money to buy under the excuse of "groceries". I felt so betrayed, like I had been stabbed in the gut. When I confronted him he pleaded with me and said he would do better and I believed him.

Less than a week later I found new cans stashed in a new place, and he picked me up from my new job drunk. When I went inside to shower he stayed outside and drank even more, came inside unable to stand. I was so upset I begged him to leave me alone but he refused. When I insisted, he hit me.

That was the end of it. I could no longer trust or love him the same way. The next week I made a plan with my support system and then I broke up with him. He didn't take it well, he broke things, and got stupidly drunk every night as I did my best to cohabitate for the next few weeks before I could move. But he would get so drunk he wouldn't leave me alone and would spend hours of the night crying uncontrollably and keeping me awake and distraught. I had to work, so one night I used one of our two bedrooms, the one with a lock, and locked it.

I woke up to him attempting to bust the door down. When I opened it to ask what he wanted he barged in and attempted to pull me with him. I was so so upset, I told him he needed to leave immediately and I didn't want to see him again that night. He was drunker than I've maybe ever seen him, and after weeping for a second a switch flipped. He flew into a rage and grabbed me and attempted to choke me.

I called the police on him. I have a no-contact order against him now, and he's wearing an ankle monitor that tracks his movement and his BAC. He appears in court next month for his sentencing. He has already attempted to talk to me via mutual friends since then, but has been shut down. I had to get locks for the windows and an extra lock for the door in the meantime before I move. 

That was four nights ago. Every day since has been a little better. Dinner last night was crab rangoons with hot and sour soup flavored ramen. He didn't like me to eat crab rangoons because he thought they made me fart, and farting enraged him. Well fuck it. I'm farting up this whole place today. 

I Left My Alcoholic Partner [TW Abuse and Domestic Violence]