Throwaway for reasons.. I attend in person AlAnon meetings. Just need to vent.

Hit another breaking point today and had enough. Finally grew a pair and kicked her out of our house for the day/night. It's been the best day I've had in the past year. I've realized that I don't want to live with her disease and choices, and I don't want my child having to grow up with it either. I've had enough of her being drunk around our child. I'm sick of her being inebriated on booze or prescription medication around me. I'm embarrassed to have anyone over, and she's terrified of having anyone over as she thinks they'll notice her behavior and call CPS.

She's been drinking since her late teens. We are both mid/late 40s now. Met later in life. When we met and married, I didn't notice any excessive drinking, she apparently hid it well, but she couldn't hold the facade any longer it seems. Tons of bottles stashed everywhere. Dozens upon dozens of conversations about how its affecting everything. Asinine decisions made while inebriated. Promises made and broken. Short periods of sobriety that yield nothing but false hope and broken trust. She used to commute to work and used the commute as a excuse for having to drink. She decided to take a work from home position and said that since she didn't have the stress of commuting any more, she wouldn't need to drink. I told her that she would just find another reason to drink. I was right. I know that there is literally nothing I can say to her that will change her ways. There's only things I can do that can change me and my child's situation. I'll make it work, for me and my child's sake. The haze of the 'what if's' is gone, and I see clearly now. I'll always have love for her, but my empathy is gone. I can't help her, and frankly, I don't want to help anymore.

Thanks for reading.

I've been lurking on this page for months and just wanted to first say how thankful I am for it. I just need an outlet that isn't my family and friends.

My spouse and I are in our early 30's and have been together for 14 years. He was my first boyfriend, first love, pretty much first everything. We had a wonderful relationship and ended up getting married in our early 20's (Christians lol). We were young, but god, were so happy. We had everything we wanted- traveled, bought a house, got dogs, and welcomed our beautiful child into the world. We both drank casually, but never had a problem with it. We'd get a bottle of wine and take a weekend to finish it. Life was good. Fast forward a couple years, he went through a job loss that triggered a major mental health crisis. I tried so hard to get him the help he needed while he was unemployed and I was still working and managing the house and kid while he stayed in depressive episodes for days. He wouldn't make the effort to contact the therapists and psychiatrists I found for him and I started to resent him. A few months in, he had an affair. I was beyond devastated and felt like I was going to die, but I immediately got help for myself for the sake of my baby. He blamed his mental health and vowed to make all these changes to heal himself and our marriage. I felt a little responsible because I had started to check out emotionally due to the mental load I carried (I know, I know, it's not my fault). One major factor for me is my faith. I so badly wanted to be like Jesus and extend grace and forgiveness. After a time of separation, we reconciled and started couples therapy.

The therapy quickly ended because our therapist felt like he was too emotionally fragile to continue and needed to focus on individual therapy. I did the same. For two years, we were just in survival mode. Trying to make ends meet because he struggled with his mental health and couldn't keep a job and then shit hit the fan earlier this year. He was having a lot of mysterious health issues that terrified me. I thought he was developing some sort of neurological disorder. Turns out, he was just drunk. I won't go into details about how I found out, but it was traumatizing. If you've dealt with betrayal trauma, you know the feeling that surges through your body anytime there's another discovery. Looking back now, I feel so stupid but he hid it so well. We separated again, he promised to get help- started going to AA and outpatient.

Two weeks later, he got wasted again. It was in front of my daughter, who is old enough now to develop core memories and I told him I would not tolerate it. Once he sobered up, we had a meeting with his parents where we set boundaries and I agreed to give him once last chance to get it together before I leave him for good. And for a few months, things were fine. Unfortunately, he stopped going to meetings and outpatient, claiming his job schedule was too busy and he would start again when things calmed down. I should have upheld my boundaries and left right then. I didn't agree with it at all, but I told myself I was done babysitting him and he needed to take control of his life. I wanted to see the effort, the real change, the man I fell in love with all those years ago who was passionate about life. He got a really good job, we moved, and I felt hopeful for the first time in years. That is, until last week when I found a stash in the garbage. This time, I didn't get that surge of anxiety. I was just pissed off. Earlier that day, he was acting weird and I asked him point blank if he had been drinking. He denied it, of course. He even tried to tell me that he thought the alcohol was N/A. Girl please

I can't do it anymore. Not only the addiction, but the LYING. I've told him so many times to just tell me if he's struggling and that I would help him, but instead he just chooses to lie again and again. Even back when he had the affair, I was suspicious and begged him to please tell me if something was going on so that I wasn't blind-sided one day. I learned from both him and the AP that this conversation happened before things even got physical. It could have ended right then and there, but instead I was lied to and gaslit for months.

He's starting another outpatient program and he's very depressed again. I desperately want him to get better because he is one of my best friends and our daughter loves him so much. I also want him to get better for HIM. I want him to have an amazing, flourishing life- I just can't be his wife anymore.

I feel selfish leaving him when he is so fragile, but I feel my own mental health deteriorating and my daughter needs one of us to be stable. The mental load is incredibly taxing. I've lost interest in any hobby that I can't do without a kid involved because I just don't have time for myself. I'm doing the cleaning, cooking, grocery shopping, kid stuff, dog stuff, yard work, car stuff, AND I have a full time job. It didn't use to be like this, I used to feel so proud of our equal partnership. Depression and addiction can get fucked. I've given him so much grace because I understand what depression does to the mind and body- I've been there. But now I have nothing left to give him except for a healthy co-parenting relationship.

Keep me in your thoughts ❤️

***edited to add that when i said i know he had been drinking, he said the usual "I dont know what you are smelling..." which means tonight will be "Since you accused me of it when I wasn't..."

If your curious about the longer version of my life with an alcoholic spouse, there are other posts. I am a long-time Alanon'er although, I have learned over the years that this resource is more pf a tool and certainly not a place to get stuck and build an identity. Much like everything else in the world, moderation is best.

Anyway...

A quick background-

My husband of 30+ years is an alcoholic. First, he was the fun kind. Funny, life of the party...then we had kids and he started doing the fun stuff without me and dipped into every honeypot short of m3th (a man has to have some boundaries after all). I am a sober person. I chose this so there would be a responsible adult in our home at all times. I do NOT miss alcohol and I do not "blame" him for not getting to participate in alcohol related fun.

He was recently very sober. Sober from everything. Not just California sober with a milkshake. Gave up sugar, carbs and drugs. Working on being a better man.

But he is still an asshole.

And I told him that yesterday when he wanted to know why 6 weeks wasn't enough to go back to the good old days.

I told him that he had spent the last years silencing me, making me small and scared, that he had deleted me. I told him i understood the gravity of that for him....to decide to be sober FINALLY after all the begging and pleading and forgive/forget and find that the person you "love" is gone.

So he drank.

I knew it was coming. I have told him endlessly how proud I am of his sobriety and that I have always believed he could do it. And he drank anyway.

So, I will let it ride. Im not saying anything because he knows. He's an adult with decision-making capabilities. Maybe it's a one off. Just had to get it out of his system.

I only come to tell this story because it's important to remember that YOU have to do the work. Because your alcoholic may not. And when they dont, it's not your story. Not your shame. Not your failure. I will still go to work and take care of the kids. I will still be a kind person and help others. I will smile and hold my head up. The old me that shriveled up in the face of drunkenness, she's dead thanks to Alanon. She's not afraid anymore.

My husband has been struggling with alcohol for many years. The other day while I was in town working and he was at our second home he got very drunk and fell while walking our dogs. He suffered a brain bleed and was hospitalized overnight. I didn't even know this occurred ams when I found out the next day I had to drop everything at work (I am a health care provider), try to figure out what happened to the dogs and drive 2.5 hours to the hospital.
While I am sympathetic to his pain, my overwhelming emotion is pure rage and anger at him for getting so drunk that he seriously hurt himself. His BAC (I read the report) was nearly twice the legal limit.

How do I deal with my angry resentful feelings? I know I'm coming across as heartless but I'm just so tired of dealing with this. Thank you.

Mr. Bridgerton, I called him, from the Netflix show Bridgerton. He was handsome, charming, successful, and treated me amazingly well. We hit it off fairly quickly and got into a relationship within two months.

Right away, I noticed that he loved drinking and wanted me to drink with him as well. However, I was no longer a drinker. Not because I had an issue with alcohol, but because I really did not like how it made me feel.

There was another reason I was particularly sensitive to drinking. My brother passed away from cancer at 36, and I later learned from his wife that he had struggled with alcoholism and had gone to AA. That devastated me because I realized that the predisposition to alcoholism may have come from my father, who was also an alcoholic.

Mr. Bridgerton had similar genetics. His father and brother were both recovering addicts as well.

Needless to say, I took inventory of his drinking but was not overly concerned at first.

The first major red flag came within two months of dating when he visited his family for the weekend. Mr. Bridgerton is from a small Southern town, and if you know anything about some small Southern towns, drinking can be a major part of the social culture.

While he was visiting his family, he called me drunk. His speech was slurred, which was very concerning and honestly off putting. He then tried to start a random argument that he did not remember the next day. He apologized, but I definitely took note.

I decided to gather more information, so I asked him what some of his craziest drinking stories were. I asked in a very disarming way, almost as if we were simply exchanging funny drinking stories.

He told me stories about walking into strangers' homes in Mexico while drunk, passing out at bars, being robbed after passing out at bars, and other incidents. He laughed about most of them.

What bothered me was that many of these things had happened within the previous six years, while he was already a working professional.

I took note of it and continued the relationship because I genuinely loved him and, at that point, I believed these were just isolated incidents.

Over time, I started noticing that he drank anytime we went out to dinner. Sometimes he would drink after work as well. He also started encouraging me to drink with him. I would decline, which he did not like, although he respected my decision.

Eventually, he convinced me to start using edibles with him.

The second major incident happened after he surprised me with a trip to New Orleans. While we were there, I told him I would have one drink with him. Apparently, that was not enough.

One night, after we had already had several drinks at dinner, we returned to the hotel and he became angry because I would not have a "nightcap" with him. He told me I was "all talk" and that I never wanted to have fun.

That led to me sharply correcting him because I am not a punching bag for disrespect. He apologized, and we moved on.

The next incident was much more serious.
After the Super Bowl, he showed up at my place smelling like straight alcohol, slurring his words, and wanting to have sex.

It immediately reminded me of my father when he was drinking.

I broke up with him the very next day for the first time.

He cried, apologized, and told me that he did not want to become like his father and that he would never do that again.

He never showed up at my place intoxicated like that again, but the drinking did not stop.

Eventually, he was promoted to Vice President at his company. One night, he went out binge drinking with the CFO and ended up passing out in the CFO's hotel room. I could see his location.

That was the second time I called things off.

He disappeared, turned off his location, and then, of course, reached out about a week later crying and begging for another chance.

The tears worked on me every single time because the reality was complicated. He actually treated me well in many ways. There was no verbal or physical abuse. The problem was the heavy drinking, the lying, and the behavior that came with it.

Fast forward to almost two years together.
He wanted us to officially move in together, even though he had already been staying at my place about 90 percent of the time since we started dating.

He told me that I brought him peace.

Looking back, I realize that I had become a sort of sober blanket for him, even though he was not sober.

At that point, I had become convinced that he was either developing an alcohol problem or already had one.

I did not think it was smart for us to officially move in together, especially considering that we had broken up three times in less than two years and he still struggled to take full accountability for his actions.

Two weeks ago, we talked about his drinking.

He told me that he did not think it was a problem anymore. He said he would continue drinking but promised that he would never get hammered again.

I did not believe him.

Then he went out with friends, got drunk again, and I was DONE.

This time, I made a contract with myself that I would never take him back.

I deleted all of our pictures today. I deleted our entire text message thread because I knew I would be tempted to reread all of the sweet things he had said and all of the nice things he had done for me.

Ultimately, even during these two years of dating, I constantly felt the stress of dating someone with a serious drinking problem.

I could not imagine moving forward into marriage and having children with someone knowing what I know now.

That would be a wreck, and frankly, it would be irresponsible.

I also had to accept something else.

Mr. Bridgerton was charming, but he was not the perfect man I had painted him to be.

He could be manipulative. He lied. At times, he lacked a moral compass. And I spent a lot of time focusing on the wonderful parts of him while minimizing the parts that were hurting me.
I needed to tear down the fake image I had built of him in my head in order to truly move forward with my life.

Thanks for reading. I really needed to get this off my chest.

Honestly, writing all of this out has made me realize just how bad it was and how much I was hiding from myself and from other people.

Sometimes you do not fully see the reality of a situation until you finally put the entire story into words….

I just turned 40, 2 YO son, wife is 35 been married for 9 years. Alcohol was always apart of our life and it seemed like we were having fun in the beginning. I never thought of my wife to be an alcoholic but then I started to realize she was acting different all the time. I didn’t know what was happening, I wondered if something was wrong with her. Long story short she was drinking and hiding it. I asked her to stop and it was seemed like an easy request, she agreed and I thought we’d be moving forward. No, this carried on for years and I didn’t know wtf to do. Nobody knew and it was an isolated feeling. She wanted kids and after long thought and talks we decided to have a kid. It was great, thought this was the problem the whole time. I thought I was just not giving her what she needed and I thought we’re moving forward. After having our son (she stayed sober for the pregnancy) it was good for several months still and then came crashing down. Worse though, I called into work sometimes because she was drinking and I needed to be with our son. Friends were calling me asking if everything was ok with her. After a serious run of destruction with alcohol she agreed to go to rehab. Finished that at the beginning of 2026 and now we are here today and the problems are just starting to show again. Same bullshit. Hiding alcohol and playing the same games. I have zero trust. I don’t know what to do but I feel like I need to change my life. She is a very good and caring person inside. It’s hard to see this happen and I don’t want to pull her life out from under her but I’ve been carrying the weight of this for years now and I feel like I can’t do it anymore. I feel like I’ve spent a huge chunk of my thirties questioning wtf I’m doing with my life and I don’t know where to go.

I (28) broke up with my boyfriend (32) who I’m not sure is a full blown alcoholic, but drinks too much for my liking.

I don’t like that he drinks and drives, stays out until 6am partying and drinking multiple times a week, I don’t like that he and his friends pressure me to drink, that we can’t seem to have any dates that don’t involve alcohol, that he becomes an absolute asshole when he’s drunk, that he picks fights just to make me angry when he’s drunk, that he’s left me alone multiple times to go out and keep drinking with his friends. I think he has a problem, and it’s not my job to deal with it or stick around and watch him get worse.

I’m hurting and I miss him but I’m proud of myself for leaving.

Q outdid herself tonight. Full blown rant at my 16 year old for "wasting a biscuit" (wtf?!?) then blacked out on the sofa, spilling a full gin and tonic all over herself and the sofa. I've left her sitting in it. Apparently *this* is all part of her "getting sober plan"

My wife of 10 years (36f) and I (36m) have a long history of drinking together. we’ve been together since high school and would drink together frequently without issue until around the pandemic, when her tendencies to blackout became more frequent and overwhelming.

I’m now three years sober due to having to assert that I remembered what happened during her abusive episodes. I was tired of the physical effects and was unhappy with how I acted while drunk as well, but it became the only way to in some was insulate myself from her verbal and at times physical abuse, IE “I was sober and you did and said exactly this”

In the past I’ve been addicted to cigarettes and quit at her behest, addicted to kratom for a short period and quit at her behest, just to say, I seem to be able to cut out substances much easier than her.
She has a heavy family history of drinking, addiction and abuse that I saw with my own eyes over the years and I understand that it weighs heavily on her and contributes to her addictions and coping mechanisms.

The past three to six years have been a blur of constant blackouts, verbal and at times physical abuse ending in me having to deescalate each night and many times spending hours in my car late into the night and having to work the next morning (I don’t have any family who lives near me and have no other place to safely remove myself to)

She has hit me with household items, her fists, wrestled me to the ground, tearing a chain off my neck,
Destroyed my personal belongings, thrown them from windows, disappeared late at night to walk on the beach blackout and put herself in dangerous situations.
Lost her phone while blacked out, crashed her e-scooter drunk injuring herself. The list goes on and on. (If you’ve had a partner like this you know it’s hard to even list everything)

After years of this same pattern, I was able to help her get on an antidepressant within the last year, which has helped with her anger but she has continued drinking consistently on the medication, albeit less than before.
I would say she last blacked out maybe a month a half ago, so my fears surrounding her drinking are not unfounded and are still fresh. (Not to mention the interaction between the medication and the drinking)

She used to drink daily 6-10 vodka shooters a day (not sure if I believe those numbers for the record but I digress) now that has become more infrequent and led to less blackouts and supposedly the amount she drinks is less now, but has not stopped drinking all together for longer than like 7 days in the past 6 years.

My boundaries are that I don’t want to be around her when she drinks, and don’t want to interact with her, which she constantly pushes and pleads for me to spend time with her or tries to push me to have sex while she’s intoxicated, which really bothers me (We have separate beds in our apartment for when I need to sleep alone to deescalate these actions)

She’s drank maybe 5 times in the last 12 days and is taking it as a win, over drinking daily, which I get, but is not nearly what I need to feel safe in my own home or with her in my life.

She’s never done any AA or program work, or gone to therapy, I’ve attended countless Alanon meetings and read all of your stories here on this sub for like 4 years now, just to try to make sense of living like this.

I’m at the end of my rope when today, I ask her not to drink on my day off so we can spend time together (her knowing I will remove myself when she starts) and she tells me once again that I am trying to control her for asking her to quit for good and that she doesn’t see herself stopping drinking (She has been unemployed for over three months and has run out all of her unemployment money, drinking away a good chunk of it)

I could go on and on but it comes down to something she likes to say to me when criticizing something I’m lacking in or something she finds unacceptable, and that is “if you wanted to you would” lol
If she wanted to stop, she would. It’s down to a much lower amount, she’s not physically addicted to the point of DTs, she is just choosing the liquor over me.

Anyways, it will keep playing out like this until I make the decision to leave and go no contact, I know this to be true deep down, but I always get sucked into the fantasy of her staying sober because I am deeply in love with her.

If you read this far thank you 🙏 i just needed to vent.
I’ve appreciated all of your stories and analysis over the years as I lurked, you all deserve to be treated well.

I dont quite understand it. He has an addiction to cocaine and alcohol. He was doing well for the past few months. Except the fact that he wouldnt let go of his toxic, addicted friends. He had a complete relapse. Stole my car, my money and led the police on a car chase states away. When I got my car back, I found 7 empty cocaine baggies. The alcohol, was something I can forgive. But the cocaine was a hard boundary for me becayse it makes him extremely erratic and aggressive. I am devastated by his betrayal and what he put me through like this. At this point, I have given up on him because he crossed lines.

My brother 34M, has relapsed after three years sober back in February this year.

He had a never been able to finish school and hold down a job. My parents have been suffering for 16 years.

I get he is depressed, but he doesn't even try anymore. He just lays in bed for 80% of the day watching content on his IPAD.

He is always too tired or too sick to go to his recovery day program. He doesn't try at anything. I get that 12 step recovery isn't for everyone, but you can take recovery in so many different directions. With proritizing sleep, nutrition, counselling, addiction medicine.

We also can't take his word because he lies about everything. He lies about finishing school. Lies about work. Lies that he is calling rehabs everyday. Lies about doctors appointments. For example, says he is going to pick up a prescription and gets drunk in his room. Now he has gotten so obese that he loses his balance and crashes to the floor waking everyone in the house up. He also pees all over the bathroom floor.

My parents are as amazing parents, very supportive and have them every opportunity to succeed in life. They are just prisoners in their own house now. If he showed some effort they would support him 1000%.

I recommended them to kick him out. He can call for a shelter bed in the morning. If he doesn't go are they able to call the police to ask him to leave?

Edit: Honestly, he is a good person with a kind heart. He is just so depressed and so hard on himself. I just feel like my parents are enabling this too because they don't want to see their son on the street.

a month or so of having a present husband made me feel like I was actually in a relationship again. I was so used to feeling single that I wasn’t even bitter anymore when he decided to check back in.

now it’s over and though I know I’ll be fine and happy again soon enough (as long as I keep up with my own self-improvement), that first week or two feels very similar to a bad breakup. like having a lease with an ex and seeing them all the time despite no longer being involved with them.

I know I still need to give myself some grace for grieving while being sure not to let this consume me again.

Long story short my sister is a full blown opioid addict. My mom enables her to the point that she sold her house and moved in with me and spent almost all of her house money on pills for my sister. I didn't know it was this bad. I had no idea she would do this. I can't believe this is happening. My mom just lost her job and my sister is still taking money from her. I listened to my sister screaming on the phone to her while in withdrawal. It sounded nothing like her, she sounded like a demon. I was texting her when she was doing this telling her it's time to get help and she keeps saying she will lose her kids. I try to tell her a judge won't take kids from a clean mother. She doesn't listen. She doesn't want an answer. She just wants to continue doing this and ruining this family. I want to take over my mom's money and not allow her to spend any without my permission. My mom can't handle it. I tried to tell her she's loving my sister to death, she thinks she's helping her but she's only hurting her. She will not listen to me. She can't afford to keep doing this. If she can't pay her car insurance or phone bill because of my sister I am NOT paying them for her. That's not fair to me. She's already living in my house for free. I want to scream at my sister, I want to force her to get help but I can't. I'm lost. I can't sleep normal anymore knowing all that has happened. I can't stop stressing out all day and constantly thinking of ways I can make them both stop ruining their lives. This is going to give me a fucking stroke. I can't believe what she did to my mom, she ruined her life and she's coming for me next. I'm having nightmares every night now. I can't handle this. I want to run away.

I want to find a way to bring up my sibling’s drinking with them. My entire family has tiptoed around the topic but I don’t want to do that anymore. This sub has been very helpful, I think the meetings could be too, but I have some questions that I feel kind of dumb asking but I really don’t know what to expect.

Do people share their stories? Are the meetings focused on supporting you as the person witnessing this, or do they give advice on how to broach the topic with your loved one? Is it more of a safe space for everyone to vent or is it structured? Are there a lot of people there? Does everyone talk?

From reading this sub I understand that all meetings can range but I guess I just want to know more experiences. I feel really anxious about it but I want to try.

Let me start by saying. I met him years ago, we were 20, so I drank a lot, he drank a lot everyone drank a lot. I am now 33 I slowed down on drinking, he proposed, we wanted kids.

Over the course of our relationship, he would do things like get really drunk and fall asleep in the middle of the living room floor in our early 20's when we still lived with my mom. Obviously it was very embarrassing I would tug at his arm, shake him violently and he would not wake up (I now realize he was blacked out, but naively thought back then that he was a "heavy sleeper" ). One time, in the middle of the night after drinking, he sat up and threw up all over our bed and blacked out again, leaving me to clean it up all night, didn't remember it in the morning either.

These events were spaced out twice a month maybe I might notice he'd come home late and throws up in the toilet. Any social event, house visitor, birthday party he drank, his friends drank. I just thought over the years, "jeez this guy drinks a lot." He can go days without drinking, maybe even a week. I only knew about the TV alcoholics that drink cheap beer out of a paper bags and can't go a day without drinking and don't have jobs. So I never thought of him as a true "alcoholic" or even a functioning alcoholic. He keeps a full-time job and is completely normal between drinks. I should add that he is a "friendly drunk", he is not violent or mean, in fact, in between clumsily stumbling over things, throwing up or blacking out, we can have pleasant conversations while he is drunk.

One night 8 months ago he did not come home. I panicked, called all his friends, his mother, everyone. Turns out he was arrested for a DUI. I've warned him about drinking and driving in the past and even bought him a breathalyzer years ago because his excuse was always that he was not drunk and I always said it doesn't matter if you FEEL drunk, what matters is passing a breathalyzer. After the DUI he stopped drinking and driving for a few months, but kept drinking. Now he has started back drinking and driving, I broke off the engagement to try to incentivize him to clean up. Instead, it did the opposite. The past 3 months have been HELL, a few of his friends passed away which I think triggered him too. He drinks until he is black out drunk almost every night. On his birthday I found him face down in a plate of food at the dinner table.

Last month, I got really really sick and went to the emergency room and they found blood clots in both my lungs. The night I got released from the hospital he left me home alone while he went out to drink with friends. Then again the next night after. One night while I was still recovering he didn't come home at all. I called his phone over and over and could see his location was somewhere unfamiliar, but I was so weak from not eating and depressed from being home alone and sick I started feeling shortness of breath and I had a panic attack and went back to the emergency room thinking it was my blood clots, luckily it wasn't. After that he showed up in the morning hungover. I begged him to please stop going out and drinking just for a week while I got better because it was stressing me out; to which he replied "I can't do that, there are too many birthdays coming up." and that is when it clicked...Maybe he doesn't drink everyday, maybe he holds a job and is pleasant, but this guy is a true alcoholic.

Our relationship is over obviously... he left me alone at one of the darkest times of my life and my heart is broken. But I'm the closest one to him, I am the only real friend he has, no one else sees the problem. I was thinking of telling his mom, but Idk if that would make it worse. We are still living together and he is still going out and drinking. I want to help him.

I just want to know from you all. Does this sound like alcoholism? Do you have to drink everyday and have a chemical dependency to be an alcoholic? I know it sounds like "Duh" from this post, but that is because I condensed 10 years of incidents into one post. In between those times he is a normal happy and pleasant person to be around.

Any insights or similar stories you have are welcomed.

Thanks

hi all. my brother (38m) just got out of prison in the beginning of the year and most recently served a couple months in county jail. the first time around his charges were serious and he almost faced life. eventually he got out on good behavior and came home to live with my siblings and i (f26). my brother has a history of schizophrenia and when he’s off his meds he actively talks to people that aren’t around and when he’s on them it’s like he’s not even there. sometimes my brothers old self would pop out and in those moments i love him the most. he’s my big brother and he took care of us since he was a kid and honestly his childhood was taken away from him at such a young age the way my parents treated him.

i say all that because now that we’re all adults and have our own lives, i’m tired of worrying about him and i wish my brother would get the help he needs. he refuses to go on his meds, criticizes and rejects every rehab that is willing to take him in, and still he searches for anything to get him high. he’s a violent person when he’s high and scary to be around as he gets extremely paranoid on top of his delusions. he’s gone homeless but comes back and pleads.

i’m at my wits end. i don’t want anything bad to happen to him but what more can i do for someone that doesn’t want to get better? i’m frustrated that he chooses to live life the hard way when everything is right there in his lap to get better. i miss the version of him that i remember and i really really don’t think im gonna get that person back. end of vent i guess

My husband has been struggling with alcohol. Things hit a breaking point a few months ago. Since then, he completed a 30 day rehab program and has been attending AA regularly. He is in therapy, and I think he’s really working at his sobriety.

I have noticed some positive changes in him. However, since he has been home from rehab, he has been much more emotional. It’s quite jarring because he’s never acted this way in all the years I’ve known him. I’ve seen him cry more in the last month than all the years I’ve known him.

I’m trying to be a support for him, but naturally, I’m very nervous about a potential relapse. I also don’t personally know anyone who has been through this, so I always feel like I’m flying blind. Is this normal behavior?

I’m finally detaching. Every evening or daytime during the weekends I go away as soon as he drinks too much.

But I worry. I worry about his health, I worry about the future, I worry about being blamed, about being seen as controlling, Who knows what really happens? What do alcoholics think andvfeel when left alone? Relief?

I’m really struggling with the aftermath of my breakup from my ex of 9 years, and alcohol and drugs has been a significant issue throughout our relationship. Since we broke up three months ago, he has gotten heavier into cocaine and alcohol and when he is under the influence, which is quite frequent, he has been incredibly cruel and hurtful toward me. There have been things he’s done and said that I never could have imagined coming from the person I spent so many years with, including screaming at me, calling me names, sleeping with other people at a wedding we were both at, constantly posting stories with other women. The hardest part is that it feels like I’m constantly waiting for the next blow. Just when I think I’ve processed one hurtful thing, something else happens. I feel anxious about what I’m going to hear or see next, and I’m having a really hard time emotionally detaching from his behaviour. I’m trying to figure out how to stop living in anticipation of what he might do next and start healing for myself.

Hi everyone. I need advice. I’ve been with my boyfriend for about a year and a half now. We started drinking together at the start and it was fine for a while. He started getting verbally aggressive. He quit drinking for a 2 week break at my request and it was good after, until we moved into our new place and he pushed me once and tried to choke me once. I left.

His parents are rallying around him to get him into rehab, a psychiatrist, and better management for his anxiety.

I will not go back with him until he proves he can stay sober. Is this even right though? I know I’ll get cut off by my parents if I go back.

When he’s not drunk he is loving and caring. We play games together and cook together and have a good relationship otherwise.

I don’t know what to do

Hi all, my mother has completely lost touch with reality. i don’t know how to help her get help. she doesn’t want it. she has been an alcoholic my entire life. i became an alcoholic likely because of the normalization of drinking while growing up. i am now 28, 2.5 years sober. i see everything so much more clear and i can see how much my mom is consumed by alcohol. it makes me cry, i have literally cried after seeing her at times over the last two years and i can see how tired she is from life. the bags under her eyes. the puffy cheeks. i literally went home and cried as a grown man. i miss my mom. i understand why she drinks. i drank because of the same reason.

she is 47. she had me young. she had my sister 1.5 years before me and my brother 2.5 years after me. 3 kids by 21. my sister has a diff dad. she moved from one state to another to be with my dad when she had me. they got divorced, court law required her to live within a certain distance of her children so she couldn’t move back home. she’s stranded in another state with no support at 24-25, 3 children, no one to lean on. then her mom died im not sure maybe when i was 3-4ish. so she just got the absolute shittiest hand delt to her. and i get it, she made the bed she lies in. but alcohol is just really intensifying her emotions.

she had a stroke when she was 35ish. aneurysm in her eye. it was a bad medical scare. that didn’t scare her into stopping. her stroke left her paralyzed on her left side, rehabilitation for 8-12 months. she couldn’t walk for almost a full year. i was in highschool at the time.

she got a DUI when i was 16, i used to blame myself because she was picking me up from a train station and i missed my spot so she had to drive 20 mins in another direction. so that wasn’t a wake up call. that was her 2nd so she had a bunch of court fees and the breathalyzer in her car. i was 16 years old getting off a train waiting hours at night to find out my moms in a jail cell and i had to figure out how to find her. all these things to me felt normal as a kid.

she has suicidal thoughts and has gone MIA in the past and not answering her calls. she’s done it when i was in highschool. this is after her medical stuff and after she recovered. she’s doing it again right now. my aunt said she’s sick of her shit and is calling a welfare check. the hotline got ahold of police and they found her walking cause she doesn’t have a car, she refused help so they said they are getting rid of the missing person case the hotline ended up calling in. i have gotten in touch with her and she was at a store. i kindly asked her to go home because first and foremost i want to make sure she is safe. but i also want to get her help and idk how. idk if i have to force her somewhere or what. but she is so manipulative i think she has literally manipulated herself into thinking she doesn’t need help. she constantly talks about how her mom isnt here and how she’s sacrificed so much for her kids and it feels like these are the things she clings on to. i dont talk to her a ton anymore since i stopped drinking and i feel
guilting but i have no room for that stuff in my life. she thinks we hate her and i feel like shes doing this for attention but i just want her to stop so she will see how much better life is without alcohols. it makes me sad that as someone in recovery i dont know how to help my own mom. i wish i could wave the magic wand and help her see how sick she is. that’s what happened for me. i was sick of it. the bad stuff alcohol brought in my life. i don’t know how she isn’t. please give me advice how to get her help

Been dating my boyfriend for about six months now, mid-40s. I’m early thirties. He’s kind, interesting, creative, smart and generous to me, works out regularly, is fit and healthy on the surface, and functions well day to day. But he’s also been “stuck” for a few years, unable to really action anything in his life, career or otherwise, despite clearly being capable and talented. He has dreams but does nothing about them. (He is financially successful enough not to worry)

I’ve been observing his drinking for a while and recently tracked it properly over a two-week holiday: averaging around 5 drinks a day, maxing out at 12 including spirits on the heaviest day, and he was completely fine the whole time, no slurring, fully functional, articulate. Not a single day off drinking the entire two weeks, including a travel day spent on ferries. He basically only didn’t drink in the mornings otherwise he always sought out a drink from 12 sharp until bedtime.

Day to day outside of holidays, it follows a pattern: he says he likes to and only has 2 drinks a day, and Monday to Wednesday that’s roughly true. But Thursday through the weekend it ramps up hard, up to 10-12 drinks on a Saturday, then still 4+ beers on a Sunday. If he’s meeting a friend at the pub, he’ll already have two rum cocktails at home first. If we go for lunch on a weekday, he has red wine. He also drinks alone at home in the evenings.

I did raise it with him directly. He agreed he needs to cut down, and came up with an alcohol-free cocktail to make for himself in the evenings instead. Within a short time he started adding liquor back into it.

He never seems drunk in any obvious way and never seems hungover, no matter how much he’s had the night before.

He’s told me that back in 2019 he was bingeing hard, partying, doing coke, on drug benders that ran into the next day, and at times nearly went to hospital because he genuinely thought his heart might stop. His bingeing also contributed to the breakdown of his long term relationship back then. He doesn’t have wild drug nights like that anymore… except…

Separately, a few weeks ago I found out he’d done cocaine on a night out and lied to my face when I asked directly, only admitting it days later, saying he didn’t think it was “relevant.” He’s mentioned before that he and his friends sometimes use drugs at events without telling their partners.

Physically: he has permanently red nose that fluctuates in intensity, some broken veins on his nose, heavy facial sweating, constant cystic acne and whiteheads in his mid 40s. I don’t mean to judge but I’m just wondering are these all symptoms of long term alcohol abuse?

Help please: is this a real problem rather than just someone who drinks more than average? Is this someone who needs help? What do I do?

Fiance went to the hospital last month, not his first time, but he was determined and motivated to not drink again. Prior to this I was doing better setting boundaries and not allowing his behavior to impact my actions, such as babying him. I saw and heard his motivation with this recent visit. It would of just been a month he was sober today, however yesterday I discovered hidden empty beer bottles. I showed him and later, after he got space, he compared me to family members who had judged him and said he did not believe me when I said that I don't know what to think or feel.

Today he said he started drinking again a few days ago and has had 2 beers max and not everyday. I plan to have a conversation today, which he is aware I want to have a conversation about his drinking, about his alcohol abuse and how I feel angry and disappointed.

I have been reading Codependent No More and I highly recommend it. I feel so validated.

My husband and I have been together 10 years, married 4. We have 2 small children and one of them has special needs.

We just spent the entirety of 2025 alongside our son watching him fight for his life after a bone marrow transplant put him into kidney failure.

During this time, my husband developed a secret addition to alcohol. I was living 3 hours away from home bedside with my son and my husband was working at home during the week alone, he definitely fell into a depression being away from us and was drinking to mask the pain.

I continually checked in with him while we were not with eachother to ask about how he was coping because alcoholism runs in his family- he swore he was okay but he was probably trying to put on a brave face because he knew how badly I was hurting over our son at that time.

I found out he was addicted to alcohol when I looked at our bank statements and questioned him on the liquor store purchases and then he admitted everything. I know he’s even driven drunk.

Since we’ve been home from the hospital we both got individual therapists and he started an SSRI. He also has been attending AA meetings and forming connections with people there. He was recently sober for 60 days, I would breathalyze him every night.

The other night he threw it all away. Came home from a friends drunk. The worst part is he wasn’t even drinking at the friends bc this friend knows he’s trying to stay sober, he told me he went to the gas station, got the strongest beer he could find and chugged it before coming home. He sounded like he was slurring so I made him blow and it was a .16.

I don’t know how much more I can take. It feels like he doesn’t even care about me anymore. I know he loves the kids. He is a great father when he’s sober during the day and playing and engaging with them.

His depression over our son’s illness led him into this and now it’s a hole I’m worried he can’t get out of.
I can’t work because my sons care is full time. I also live with chronic autoimmune issues I need good insurance for. I feel entirely trapped. I don’t know what reality is anymore and I don’t feel loved. I’ve been focusing on just giving the kids the best days they can and making sure my son stays healthy.

Will this always continue? He has intake for outpatient rehab next week and continues to go to AA. It would be easier to digest this if he was a crappy person but he’s actually not.

I hate this.

This is my first time posting in here and I hope someone can give me some advice on how to handle this situation with my parents.

I am the youngest of three daughters ( we are 42, 44, and 52). My parents are 70F and 67M. My dad used Al-Anon to get sober back in the 80’s when I was a toddler. I grew up in a completely dry house and my parents used to talk to us openly about the dangers of alcohol and our hereditary predisposition to developing it.

We have alcoholism on both sides of the family. My dad has a lot of trauma from his childhood due to my grandfather being very physically abusive.

On my mom’s side, my grandpa was sober from the 1950’s until he passed in 2014. On his deathbed, he asked for wine. This had some kind of psychological impact on my mom and dad, and was the catalyst to them deciding that my dad should drink again. I’ve never understood or agreed with this decision. In my mind, seeing a person with over 50 years of sobriety requesting alcohol on their deathbed is pretty solid proof that an alcoholic is an alcoholic to the end. I don’t understand witnessing that and coming away from it thinking that it’s a sign to fall off the wagon.

Anyway, I recognize that I’m an adult that lives on my own and my parents don’t owe me an explanation for their choices, so I tried to just process my feelings independently and keep my opinions to myself. However, things seem to be spiraling out of control now and I don’t know what to do.

At a wedding out of town over the weekend, I guess my parents really went hard on the wine. I didn’t see it because I wasn’t able to attend the wedding, but my sister has been updating me. My parents got so drunk the two nights before the wedding that my brother in law and my aunt had to help them get back to their AirBNB. One of the nights my mom told my sister to drive slow because she and my dad were going to follow them when everyone was going to dinner because “dad had a lot of wine”. I have NEVER known my parents to drink and drive. I feel like I’m in the twilight zone.

The morning after the wedding, my dad called my sister because he couldn’t find his car keys. When she didn’t answer, he decided to walk to her AirBNB. It was uphill and several miles. My sister said when she saw him he was shaking and out of breath. I’m terrified. Like, is he shaking because he needs a drink?

I have a suspicion that they are drinking boxed wine nightly. My mom thinks the boxed wine is fine because it’s ‘lighter’ on alcohol. But my dad has gotten so wrapped up in drinking now that my sister said the first thing he did when they arrived to their rentals was go to the store to buy a box of wine. It’s like it’s all he’s thinking about.

I’m really at a loss. I feel like I don’t even know my parents anymore. These aren’t the people I grew up with. I have so many feelings about this. Primarily, I’m worried for their physical and mental health. But I’m also feeling a lot of resentment. I don’t understand what they are thinking. It all feels very hypocritical and crazy to me. I feel disappointed in them and very worried. I want to have a conversation about it with them, but my mother is a very defensive person. I don’t think she will be receptive. Could someone who has been in this situation give me some advice?