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I hate my partner's alcoholism. I hate it that he is so numbed out that he can not feel anything. I hate that he is completely indifferent to other people's feelings. I hate that the silent treatment is actually preferable to him rather than communicating and resolving our differences. I hate this festering inside of me. I hate the jealousy that I feel right now that he is going away to see his family for the Fourth of July weekend, that he will pretend to not be an alcoholic around them, and that I will miss three whole days of sobriety with him. I hate myself for getting into this relationship and moving in with him when I knew he was an alcoholic from day one. Most of all, I hate how cliched our life has become. Jul 3 11:58 AM MST