To my husband,
I must admit, I have never really seen being an alcoholic as an illness.
For the most part, our life was stable. You’d go to work, be an attentive husband at home … you are a great Dad. Then you have too much to drink and turn our life upside down.
I thought because you could turn it off and on it was a weakness rather than something you couldn’t control.
I tried to support you. I tried everything to make you feel more relaxed: to make life easier for you. But being with you was a punishment for me in so many ways.
I hated when you went out. I was always so concerned that you would have one too many. You could be so unpredictable and it was always too challenging to get you home. You couldn’t see what you were doing.
In the years that we have been together, I have seen you risk our happiness on for a binge. You risked every ounce of stability that we had.
You are kind, caring and a great partner. I don’t want to lose this because of alcohol. I don’t want to lose our family.
I love you,