No, Gastic Bypass isnt the easy way out!!

So 2 years ago I met and fell in love with my boyfriend.  At the time, he told me that he was seperated and getting a divorce.  That was fine, he was living with his father so I thought and we would make it work.  The big issue was that we lived in two seperate towns in neighboring states.  We only lived like 30-45 miles away from one another but it was enough distance so he apparently could live a double life.  So the story goes, we dated for another 3-4 months and we decided he would move in with me.  I had met his daughter, and she had met my children.  Well I am at work one night and get a strange phone call from some woman claiming to be his wife, which I already he was married but seperated.  She proceeds to tell me that he had never really moved out and that they were not really seperated.  I was floored..  When I got home that morning, he begged me not to leave him and he kept telling me how much he loved me, yadda yadda yadda.  Now here it is 2 years later, we are still living together and he still isnt divorced.  I am ready to move on with my life without him I think…. It will be hard because my children have grown attached to him and I think that it is one of the reasons why I havent kicked him out sooner, but I cannot live my life like this anymore.  I want to get married and grow old with someone, not be someone’s mistress… 

Ok, so let me get down off of my soap box for alittle while and paint you all pretty little picture…  Me and my little brother grew up with alcoholic parents, not just one of them, but both of them.  We were never physically abused, but I was mentally and verbally abused and it is something that I have never forgotten.  I dont know if God is really testing me and my brother or what, but not only were our parents alcoholics, our grandparents were too.  And to add insult to injury, my brother and I are both police officers.  Do you know the statistics on becoming a alcoholic when you are a police officer?.  Well they are pretty darn high.  But to much amasement, not only to myself and everyone around us, we both hate alcohol.  We have both witnessed what it does to a person first hand and what it does to lives everyday out there on the road.  Its not pretty and its not a way that I want to live.  I just pray to God that when my children and my neice gets older, they want to touch the stuff either.  I have yet once in my life have had a positive experience with a drunk person.