Well, nearly a month has gone by, and my situation has changed just a bit.
Just about a week ago the husband fell and broke his ankle, necessitating emergency surgery, and no, he wasn't drunk when it happened, he had just gotten off of work when it happened. Believe me, I asked.
Of course, I couldn't abandon him, so stayed with him as much as possible at the hospital, then brought him home with me to my apartment for the first few days. He was very grateful and thanked me profusely. You could say he's acted like my dream husband over the past few weeks, save for the drinking, which has been restrained but in no way stopped.
I haven't seen my counselor in two weeks due to her vacation and then his accident but go back tomorrow. I can hardly wait, BOY do I need to talk.
I remain resolute, but have to admit, I feel terribly sorry for him, he's just pitiful. It all breaks my heart.