I said in the previous post, there's no shame in needing help. I am a person who got clinically depressed after my dad died. I got help. It worked.
Same here. I had a lot of traumatic things happen, turned to alcohol and W left for her 'soulmate'. I got some help and things turned around but I didn't 'finish' the process of healing myself and we ended up back in the same place, only worse this time.
Your W doesn't matter any more. You need to clean you own house before you can tackle any other persons issues.
