When the Enemy Finds a New Foothold

[BethJ]

We went out to dinner the other night. He started talking about poker and my eyes began to glaze over. I tried to be interested but just couldn't. Then he said he was going to give it up for one week, because it is harmful. This is the first admission of any kind he has ever made. I found myself being cautiously hopeful. Of course, it didn't last long. He just went to bed at 6 a.m. from being up playing. Said to wake him up in 3 hours. Here we go again. I can barely speak to him for fear of lashing out. He knows I'm upset and why without me saying a word. I guess this is my life.