Hello again. I got no responses to my question. But I did get the answer in a very unfortunate way. The dangers of living with a husband who is diabetic and an alcohlic is that he may try to kill you. I'm thankful to be alive right now. Last night my husband came home drunk and dillusional again. I was sitting at my computer when he came home. I could tell that he was drunk by the way he was talking. He was wanting to argue and I wasn't in the mood for it. When he's drunk he likes to talk and you can barely understand a word he's saying. I wouldn't respond very much so he lit up a cigarette to irritate me. Because he knows that I can't stand cigarette smoke. I then raised up the window in our bedroom next to where I was sitting at the computer to let the smoke out. He then went outside and sat in a chair right outside of the window and was just staring at me on the other side of the window. Then he came back in and told me to let down the window but the smoke was still bothering me so I left it up. So he walked out of our bedroom and went into the living room. It was starting to get kind of late so I figured I should let it down because you could see from the outside into the house. A couple of minutes later he came in and saw that I had the window down. I was sitting with my back towards him so I didn't see him coming. He came from behind me, snatched my cell phone out of my hand and grabbed me by my hair and I fell bacwards out of my chair. He drug me to the bathroom and pushed me into the tub. When I stood up he punched me in my chest and I fell again, hitting my head on the tile. He turned on the hot water and then turned the shower on me. He said that I had just let a man out of the window. Which the window has a screen on that was still in place. He started to choke me and that's when I thought to myself "he's trying to kill me." I was just begging and pleading for him to let me out. He then grabbed me and brought me back to the bedroom and was telling me to get out but wouldn't let me out. I was close to the window so I tried to raise the blinds so that someone on the outside could see that I needed help. He grabbed me by my hair again, ripped off my night shirt and through me to the floor again. Somewhere in between his outburst he confessed that he had also been snorting cocaine. He told me to put some clothes on so I did. I started walking towards the front door he just stayed close behind until I got right to the door, he grabbed me by my arm and pulled me back and pushed me on the couch and stood in front of me. Then he started to say how much he loved me, and how beautiful I was and begging me not to leave. Then he said that he would leave and took a few steps away from the door. I opened the door and ran to my heighbors across and down the street but no one answered so I ran to the local police station that's down the street. I pressed charges against my husband. They took pictures of the bruises and came to my house and arrested him. I thought that his alcoholism was getting worse along with his diabetes. I couldn't have a decent conversation with him without him going out, getting drunk, and come home only to turn the whole coversation as if it was a personal attack on him. I couldn't even talk about the weather, my day at work, nothing. Most of our arguments would be about him getting paid and then not paying bills and letting things get turned off. He likes to gamble also so I thought that he was loosing his money gambling. I never thought that he would be doing cocaine, but I knew he was getting worse. Well, I guess I have my answer now. Just not the answer I was wanting. Right now he's in jail, once his out there's going to be a restraining order on him. It's going to be hard but I can do this. I can't allow him to come back. I'm 4 feet 11 inches tall and I weigh 113 pounds. He's about 6 feet 2 inches tall and weighs 230 pounds. I didn't stand a chance. I thought that my life was about to end. I still can not believe this happened. Please keep me in your prayers.
