my husband comes home every night late and drunk, and its killing me slowly

My husband comes home every night late and

drunk and its killing me slowly We been married for eight years now, and our marriage is being blessed with fruit of the womb, two boys and one girl. I and my husband dated for about three years before the marriage. I think I knew him in and out, he practically told me everything. He never keeps secret from me. And this was one of the major reasons why I loved Ebuka. Even after we got married, he never desists from telling me things about his private life. Or, is there supposed to be anything privacy in marriage? Well, to Ebuka such thing like privacy does not exist in marriage. He told me virtually everything- I knew the password to all of his ATM cards, I have the password to his social media apps, I can comfortably log into any of them with my own phone, and the most amazing part of it all is that immediately we got married, he made me the next of kin to all of his assets and bank accounts. As if that was not enough. When I gave birth to our first child. My husband bought me a brand new car. My marriage was vibes in and out. A lot of my friends were practically jealous of my marriage, I can feel it each time we had conversation. They always come around to share one problem they were experiencing in their various homes; hopping that I tell them my own bitter story. But they were often disappointed; because, I don’t have anything negative to share about my marriage. Some of them carried out their investigation about my home and find out that I was living no pretense. And they have no choice but to tell me point blank how lucky I am. Even as they congratulated me; I can smell jealousy deep down in their heart. Ebuka, has a bachelor degree in banking and finance. But decided to join his father’s business, Real Estate. And he is doing very well in it. He is indeed- the dream of every woman, he has a lot of cash and did not think twice to throw it on the woman he loves. I had a degree in economics, and was working in one of the banks in the city before I married Ebuka, but two three months after our wedding, when I got pregnant my husband asked me to resign so that I will not stress our unborn baby, he placed me on salary two times what I was paid in the bank, and he has never stopped till date. And he never asked me what I used my money for; as he never fails in his duty as a man to provide for the family needs. He is more than everything I have asked for, in a man. He comes home early after work, and sometimes he works from home. When is on a business trip, he calls me to ask me how the family is at intervals. He is an occasional drinker, even though his bar is full of assorted drinks. Ebuka was the kind that takes a shot of whiskey in two weeks. Alcohol is practically not his thing, but he keeps, replacing his bar each time he notices deficiencies in stock. Some of his friends has made our house a shopping mall for drinks, they come around in the weekend, spend some time with us, and go home with as many drinks as they want; this happens often, but my husband is not perturbed. Whenever I asked him to slow down in the manner he throws money around his friends, he quietly asked me to calm down, telling me may be, God is blessing him because of how he helps people. My husband is an unrepentant giver. He gives with passion, he gives without expecting anything back. Sometimes I don’t understand him. ………………………………………….then recently, boom, my husband changed. He started coming home after work late and drunk. It happened for a couple of days, I confronted him to know what went wrong, he told me that is stress from work and he needed to cool off. And I reminded him that we have assorted of drinks at home, then, why risking his life staying late at night. He told me that drinking at home bores him. Drinking at home bores you? I wonder, reminiscing his words to me. The same man that told me few years ago, that he hates drinking outside with passion, and that’s one of the reasons his bar is always stuffed with drinks. I reminded him his words, he told me that people change sometimes. So drinking outside is his thing now. He left me and walked straight into his bedroom and slept off. I was bamboozled by my husband’s recent attitudes; the one that baffled me the most was that my husband, changed the password to all of his social media accounts. And also changed the security code of his phone. So, he came back that evening and I asked him if he was cheating on me. His eyes widened, and he asked me if I am kidding him? I told him that I am damn serious. I asked him about, the strange feminine perfume I recently perceive from him, which is quite the opposite of his cologne, he never like flowery fragrance, but now, it is being wrapped around him as he is oozing of it. I also told him about the condom I found in his pocket, when the laundry man came to carry his dirty cloths. I stared at him deep in the eyes as I asked him this questions, he couldn’t deny them, the tried to speak, but words was so far away from him. I don’t even know that Ebuka is a stammer, he stammered all through, then excused himself and walked to his room. Then it was dawn on me that my lovely husband, has fallen in the hands of those desperate and dangerous women on the street. I cried bitterly that night, I could not sleep, I laid on the couch all through the night, my husband was so ashamed to face me, before the sun could come out, and he used the back door and left the house. It was the sound of his vehicle zooming off that woke me up, from sleep. When I rushed out, I met the gateman locking the gate. I asked him who it was, he told me that my husband has gone to work. My husband has never missed his breakfast before, no matter how busy his schedules are he must make out a time to sit on the dinning to bite a chunk of bread and a sip of his creamy tea. But this morning, he has left already, without even seeing my face. I went back inside and wondered, has he forgotten the word he told me, that seeing my face in the morning brings him good luck, one week after our weeding, he hit the biggest deal of his life, and the deal never stopped coming. He often told me that I brought good luck to him; that after he married me his life became so soft, he never struggled for anything, that all he needed to do is to keep making me happy; and to look at my face in the morning before going out, he said that he don’t need to bother about anything again. But now my lovely husband left the house even before I wake. I went inside the house and prepared my children for school, and took them to the school. When I came back from school run, I opened my phone and saw multiple massages, from my husband asking me to forgive him. He told me that he cannot face me again, so he is travelling. I tried calling his private line but it was switched off, I called all his business lines but he did not pick. Its six days now, I have not seen my husband. His massages keep flooding my phone asking for my forgiveness, but he could not pick my call. I called his sister and told her about our ordeal and she told me that she has been calling him but he is not picking either. Could it be that my husband cannot really face me but can face the other woman?