So I wrote a blog months ago about my alcoholic boyfriends at the time. After that post we had lived together for about five months and it was awful. He was always going off into drunken rages. He has physically and emotionally abused me. He's stolen money from me to buy drugs and alcohol. When he cheated on me it was the last straw and I moved out. We continued contact and occasionally saw each other for sexual purposed only. The after four or five months we started dating again. He stopped going to his AA classes and missed meetings with his parole officer. There was a warrant out for his arrest & so the day before he was going to turn himself in he got picked up on possession of cocaine. He's been in jail for a little over a month now. I visit him faithfully every Saturday and write him letters and talk to him on the phone. As the weeks go on and on I find my feelings for him trailing off. I love him but I am not sure I can handle this situation or that I want to. He promises to change but they seem like empty promises when I think about the past. He tells me to stay strong and think about all the good times we shared but he doesn't understand that the few good memories we shared have been buried under a hill of pain, & deception. He's awaiting the grand jury to see if there is enough evidence to convict before he is sentenced and then he goes before the parole board since he's obviously violated it. I feel guilty about leaving him when he needs me the most but my head is telling me that I have dealt with enough. I feel as though I am trying to convince myself that I am still IN LOVE with him when I know I am outgrowing him.
I suppose its selfish but I don't want to leave him and then find out he's out of jail doing great. To find out after the fact that he's changed his ways and staying sober. Part of the reason I can't seem to leave is because of this vision, this dream, this future I had of us. He's the only man I wanted to marry, have children with, share my life with. We understand each other and he loves me in spite of my flaws. But if he loved me enough he wouldn't have treated me so horrid & then I tell myself, well he was drunk...
My heart is torn in two different directions. Have I spent too much time and effort on this relatoinship? Any advice?