My last post was to tell everyone how sick the alcoholic husband made himself.  Ended up in the hospital for two weeks

with a perforated stomach ulcer and how he swore, unsolicited by me, that he would never take another drink again.

Well so much for the promise and when I reminded him tonight while he sat there with his beer in his hand about his

promise, he proceeded to attack me and told me he was filing for divorce because he could not take living with someone

he had no meaningful relationship with, who uses him and so forth and so on.  Same old story, deflect from the immediate

issue and blame it all on me.  So I told him he was doing me a favor.