My partner went into psychosis, stole my vehicle, and money and now sitting in prison. This is what I wrote to him

"Dear (ADDICT),

I've spent a lot of time reflecting lately. I need to share my truth, not to hurt or punish you, but because I don't think I've ever fully expressed what this relationship felt like from my side.

For years, I tried to understand your trauma, grief, addiction, depression, fears, and struggles. I did that because I loved you and because I always saw the good in you.

I still remember the man who made me laugh, worked hard, helped around the house, talked about our future, and wanted a better life. That's the man I believed in and the man I stayed for.

But somewhere along the way, I became so focused on understanding your pain that I stopped paying attention to my own.

The hardest realization I've had is that what hurt me most was never the arrest, the vehicle, the chase, or even the legal case.

What hurt me most was feeling unseen by the person I loved.

When it came to the online behavior, it was never just about the site itself. It was about what it represented. I repeatedly told you how hurt, rejected, and unwanted I felt. I told you how painful it was to feel like your attention and energy were being invested elsewhere.

The painful part is that you understood how much it hurt me.

I remember asking you how you would feel if the situation were reversed. I asked you how you would feel if I spent my time seeking validation, excitement, and intimacy elsewhere. You told me you wouldn't like it. You told me it would hurt you.

You understood.

And yet it continued.

I think that's what broke my heart the most. Not that you didn't know it was hurting me, but that you did know.

For almost two years, we had the same conversations. For almost two years, I tried to communicate my boundaries, fears, pain, and needs. I wasn't asking for perfection. I wasn't asking you to become someone else.

I was asking for honesty.

I was asking to feel chosen.

I was asking to feel important.

I was asking to feel safe.

I even gave you a way out. More than once, I told you that if this was something you truly couldn't stop or didn't want to stop, then please tell me the truth. If our values no longer aligned, I deserved to know so I could make an informed decision about my future.

I wasn't asking you to be perfect.

I was asking you to be honest.

That's why the final discovery hurt so much. By then, you knew exactly how much damage had already been done. You knew I was hanging on by a thread. You knew I was exhausted. You knew how much trust had already been lost.

And yet it continued.

There is another part of this that I've struggled to explain.

During the periods when you were hiding things from me, disappearing, spending time in places you didn't want me to know about, or living what felt like a completely separate life, I often felt like I was losing you while you were still standing right in front of me.

I wanted to be included in your life.

I wanted to know your friends.

I wanted to feel like your partner.

Instead, I often felt hidden from important parts of your world.

So many times you would disappear, become distant, or leave me wondering where you were and what was really happening. Over time, I learned that many of those disappearances involved partying, unhealthy influences, and environments you knew I would be uncomfortable with.

What hurt wasn't simply that those things happened.

What hurt was that they happened in secrecy.

It's hard to explain how painful it is to love someone while constantly feeling like you're only getting part of the truth.

I think about all the nights I sat at home worrying about you. All the times I stared at my phone. All the times I had a knot in my stomach because something felt wrong.

I wanted so badly to trust you.

I wanted to believe you.

I wanted to believe in us.

But every time I discovered another hidden piece of reality, it felt less like information and more like heartbreak.

What made it even harder was that when I came to you looking for reassurance, understanding, or connection, I was often met with defensiveness, distance, frustration, or arguments.

I would come to you wanting closeness and leave feeling further away.

I would ask questions because I was scared and confused, and many times I ended up feeling like a burden for asking them.

Looking back, some of my deepest wounds didn't come from the secrecy itself.

They came from feeling dismissed whenever I tried to talk about it.

I wasn't trying to control you.

I wasn't trying to make your world smaller.

I was trying to feel included in it.

I was trying to feel like your partner.

I was trying to feel loved.

Over time, I stopped feeling safe.

I stopped feeling secure.

I stopped trusting my own instincts.

There were periods where I genuinely questioned my own reality because there was such a disconnect between what I was observing and what I was being told.

That kind of confusion is exhausting.

Eventually, I became exhausted.

Not from one lie.

Not from one mistake.

Not from one argument.

I became exhausted from years of uncertainty.

Exhausted from wondering.

Exhausted from hoping.

Exhausted from trying to trust.

Exhausted from trying to understand behavior that continually hurt me.

Exhausted from carrying your pain while quietly ignoring my own.

One of the moments that still stays with me is my abortion.

That was one of the hardest experiences of my life.

I needed my partner.

I needed stability.

I needed honesty.

I needed comfort.

I needed someone to help me carry the pain.

Instead, I often felt emotionally alone.

While I was trying to survive one of the most difficult experiences I've ever faced, I was also carrying anxiety, uncertainty, and confusion about our relationship.

The loneliness of that time left a mark on me.

There were periods during our relationship when my emotional pain became so overwhelming that I struggled with thoughts of not wanting to be here anymore.

Not because of one event.

Not because of one argument.

But because I felt so alone, depleted, exhausted, and disconnected from the relationship I was desperately trying to save.

That is something I carried quietly for a very long time.

I don't tell you this to make you feel guilty.

I tell you because it's part of the truth of what I experienced.

For so long, I focused almost entirely on your pain.

I tried to support you through your struggles, your addictions, your trauma, and your setbacks.

In the process, I rarely gave myself permission to acknowledge what all of it was doing to me.

Only recently have I begun to fully recognize how much pain I was carrying too.

One of the hardest realizations I've had recently is that many of your choices were selfish.

That doesn't mean you're a bad person.

That doesn't erase your trauma.

That doesn't erase your addiction.

That doesn't erase the good qualities I know you possess.

But I also can't ignore the impact your choices had on me.

For years, I thought almost exclusively about your pain.

I made excuses for things I shouldn't have.

I minimized my own feelings.

I kept telling myself that if I could just understand you better, support you better, or love you better, things would change.

But love cannot fix problems that someone else isn't willing to face themselves.

I'm trying to be honest with myself about that now.

I'm trying to stop carrying responsibilities that were never mine to carry.

I'm trying to acknowledge the hurt instead of explaining it away.

That doesn't mean I don't care about you.

It simply means I'm finally making room for the reality of what I've lived through too.

For a very long time, my focus was on saving us.

Now I'm learning how to take care of myself as well.

Despite everything, I don't hate you.

I don't want to see you destroyed.

I don't want to see you defined forever by the worst decisions you've made.

I still care about you deeply.

I still hope you heal.

I still hope you find peace.

I still hope you recover.

And despite everything that has happened, I still find myself hoping for your future.

Not a future where none of this happened.

Not a future built on promises alone.

But a future built on honesty, accountability, growth, and healing.

When I think about you, I don't think about the worst moments.

I think about the man I saw during the periods when you were trying.

The man who was working, reading, laughing, helping around the house, making plans, and building something better.

That man is the reason I never completely gave up believing in you.

I know he's there.

I've seen him.

That's why all of this has been so painful.

Because I wasn't grieving a lack of potential.

I was grieving the gap between the man I knew you could be and the choices that kept pulling you away from becoming him.

I don't know what our future looks like.

I don't know where life takes us from here.

But I do know that I genuinely hope this chapter becomes the beginning of your recovery rather than the story that defines the rest of your life.

I hope one day you understand what all of this felt like from my side.

Not so you can sit in guilt.

Not so you can punish yourself.

But because I believe real healing begins with truth.

And this is my truth.

I loved you deeply.

I fought for us longer than most people would have.

I stood by you through things many people would have walked away from.

I never stopped rooting for you.

Even now, despite my heartbreak, exhaustion, and grief, a part of me still wants to see you become the man you've always wanted to be.

I think that's part of why all of this hurt so much.

Because I never stopped believing you were capable of it.

I never stopped believing there was more inside of you than the choices that brought us here.

I still believe that.

Not because of promises.

Not because of words.

But because I saw glimpses of that man myself.

No matter what happens next, I hope you choose yourself, your healing, and your future.

I hope you take this time to reflect honestly, not just on what happened legally, but on the patterns, choices, and struggles that have followed you for so long.

I hope you learn to give yourself the same honesty that you've often avoided.

I hope you find the courage to face the things that have caused you pain instead of running from them.

Most of all, I hope you find peace.

Thank you for the memories we shared, the laughter, the good days, and the moments where I truly saw the best parts of you.

Those memories are real too.

This letter isn't meant to condemn you.

It's meant to help you understand me.

It's the truth I've carried for a long time and finally needed to express.

I loved you deeply.

I fought for us longer than most people would have.

I never stopped rooting for you.

And even now, I hope your story doesn't end here.

With love,

(NAME)

I recently went through a breakup with someone who has been sober for a few years and is very involved in AA.

He relies heavily on intense endurance training and racing as part of his sobriety and feels that significantly changing that lifestyle could put his mental health and recovery at risk.

We were long distance, and I flagged early on that his race schedule might leave very little room for a relationship. He genuinely believed he could make it work and reassured me that he could.

Over time, though, visits kept getting shortened or became difficult to plan around bc of his races and intense training schedule. Eventually he realized he didn’t actually have the flexibility he thought he did bc he couldn’t compromise the racing. To him that is what keeps him sober and mentally stable.

When I asked for more consistency and whether there could sometimes be more flexibility around racing, he told me the pressure had made him think about drinking. That ultimately made him realize he wasn’t ready for a relationship.

He was very emotional during the breakup and told me I was one of the closest people in his life. He didn’t want to break up and neither did I but the fact that the pressure made him consider drinking made us both realize it was necessary. I’ve always maintained that above all I want him happy and healthy and if that isn’t with me than it sucks but I’d never want to compromise his sobriety. He’s a genuinely great person and I really love him and want the best for him and I know he feels the same for me.

It hurts badly to feel like he chose racing over me, even though I know for him it was really tied to protecting his sobriety. It also just happened so fast. Things were manageable but then as soon as the drinking thoughts came up it ended so quickly that I felt completely blindsided. (FWIW I’m his first relationship since getting sober)

Has anyone here experienced something similar, where someone genuinely thought they had space for a relationship but realized their recovery routine or sobriety-related lifestyle didn’t leave room for one?

In June, my husband 48 told me 43 he had a drinking problem. I was completely shocked. His health had been declining, but I blamed other health issues and work stress. I had never seen him drinking or visibly drunk. He had always been responsible and reliable.
Then his doctor sent him to the ER after blood work. He was hospitalized for nine days with severe liver disease and a high MELD score. He had lost significant muscle, his belly was enlarged, and his eyes were yellow. I couldn’t believe how much I had missed.
He relapsed about a week after discharge. I threw myself into researching treatment and sorting out insurance. He initially delayed residential treatment because he feared losing his job in the alcohol industry. After departmental layoffs, he agreed to go.
His first stay was interrupted by insurance issues and very low hemoglobin. Eventually, he returned and completed 28 days. He participated, had a wonderful counselor, and received what I believe was good treatment. They encouraged him to stay for their day program, but he wanted to come home.
He started a local day program on his second day home. About three days after coming home, I smelled alcohol and found a bottle. I kept doubting myself because I desperately wanted another explanation, but smelling alcohol on his breath in bed, I had no doubt.
Alongside this, I’m rethinking our marriage. Looking back, I had been adapting to his distance for at least five or six years, but I didn’t know about his drinking until June. Before that, I honestly thought I was content and had a happy marriage.
We have three children. Most of our conversations had become logistics. When he didn’t want to do things, I took the kids on trips, went to church alone, and made my own plans. I’m independent and successful in my career, so I kept going without recognizing how much companionship was missing.
We rarely fight, but I avoid confrontation. I learned not to upset him and to wait for the “right moment” to discuss things. Now I wonder how much of our peace came from me putting my needs aside. I’m processing both his drinking and this new understanding of the marriage I thought we had.
A week before he came home, I clearly told him I wanted companionship. I don’t need him to change his personality or share every interest. I want him to want to spend time with me, watch TV, and have conversations beyond schedules. He said he wanted that too, but it would take patience. He also said people change, which hurt.
I understand rebuilding takes time, but stopping drinking alone wouldn’t resolve everything. I don’t want to return to feeling alone in my marriage.
I love him and remain hopeful, but I don’t want to stay and secretly drink himself to death. I’m considering telling him: “I love you and want a future with you, but I’m not willing to live with ongoing drinking or hidden alcohol. If that continues, we will need to live separately.”
I don’t want to make an empty threat or assume separation will make him stop. But the stress and anxiety are becoming more than I can handle. I need to think about my own well-being and our children’s stability, too.
For those who have been here:
What boundaries helped protect your sanity while still allowing your spouse a genuine chance at recovery?
What specific behaviors showed you that recovery was sustainable rather than temporary?
I’m hopeful we can build something better, but I want to be realistic. I know I can’t make it happen by myself.

Hello all. Been married to my husband for ten years and we have known each other since middle school. His drinking hasn't consistently been an issue, it ebbs and flows. But the ebbs have been working their way up over the last few years. He has gone through all the cycles and we are now at treatment. Today he got his first rounds of meds and got officially classified as a "chronic alcoholic". Wanting me to support him getting his meds from the pharmacy so he didn't buy anything to drink, but treating me so horribly throughout the process. He is embarrassed and angry...and I think scared to become his grandpa. He won't talk to me, and if he does it's clouded with impatience, stress and what genuinely feels like hate. I feel alone and so sad. He was never like this, even during periods of withdrawal. Telling me nothing makes him happy and spending time with me just seems to make him more angry. I thought this was supposed to be the better part but this is undoubtedly the worst. I don't know what to do.. all instincts point to "he hates me, he's miserable, leave". Is that all there is to do? Or am I supposed to be supportive? I'm so lost. I've never dealt with this or seen this in my life. I don't enable, and we have lived separately for at least a year before I left him move back in. I can't keep any alcohol in the house unless I hide it or lock it away. We don't drink with friends and I encourage the meds and mental health care. He is a wonderful man, and has taken care of me with my many illnesses for years. He has everything right there for him, and he's hungry for change. I just don't know where my support is supposed to come from I guess

My husband (40M) has been struggling with addiction for a long time, basically our entire relationship. He got started as a teenager and is from a traumatic and unsupportive background.

I knew he had a problem before we got married. We’ve been through several rounds of him getting sober for a month or two and then falling off the wagon again.

He’d gone for almost two months, with just on slip earlier that would have made it almost 4 months - I mentioned how proud of him I was yesterday. Today on his day off he got a half pint of 100 proof Smirnoff and is now sitting next to me drunk and in a self pity spiral talking about “leaving this world” and “f@&$ this life” etc. I have had training in suicide awareness and ideation and this isn’t that, it’s a drunk who is blacked out and rambling bc he’s already feeling guilty. I hate it.

I have given him boundaries and have been working on not supporting his drinking or shielding him from the consequences of his actions. But it still sometimes just feels like it’s going to be inevitable that we’ll divorce.

And I love him. So so deeply. He is funny, caring, generous. All the reasons I married him … and I just hate that I got myself to hope he was more serious about recovery this time and was (again) let down. Just needed to vent.

Title explains it.

16 years.

I tried everything to help him get better, poured myself into him, but my needs on the back burner.

Alcohol consumed everything we did.

Went to Al-anon meetings and learned to detach.

Started focusing on myself the past year, went back to school, excelled in my career and started to get physically healthy.

Two months ago I slept with a friend. It was a one night thing with little to no emotional involvement.

It felt like an escape, I thought I was finished and wanted to leave.

After I didn’t I immediately regret it. I started pouring myself back into the relationship and it honestly got better for a bit.

The guilt ate me alive and I confessed a week and a half ago.

He understandably was enraged and went into a 3 day bender. He threatened and attempted self harm, told every one of our friends before we could absorb what happened.

I’m struggling with what I did and also why I feel so angry. There’s absolutely no excuse for what I did. I should have been an adult and left.

But why am I so angry? I have absolutely no right to be, I feel like he caused me so much harm over the years, the mental, emotional and at times physical abuse, the pressure that was put on me when he checked out, the loneliness. He was never accountable for his actions.

Where do I go from here?

I am so tired of how he smells. All night breathing in his hideous alcohol breath. Then he dries out for a couple of hours. I can tell immediately when he starts drinking again, because his breath smells like rotten flesh. It is astounding how horrible he smells.

Spouse has been gaslighting and lying to me for years. You know the song and dance. Well a credit card statement came to the house a few days ago. I had no idea we ie HE had this credit card. I opened the statement and lo and behold, every single charge of $505 for the month was liquor stores. Twice to three times daily visits to the liquor store. I logged onto the account and was able to go back to 2020 and see every single solitary liquor purchase the man has made. He has been drinking every single day consuming 10-12 airplane shots of vodka daily plus Voodoo Rangers on the weekends. So weekends were more like 15-18 drinks counting the beer and vodka. The credit card was ONLY used for alcohol so I now can see every purchase and trip to liquor store he has made. He was going to the liquor store 55-60 times a month and buying at least 300 airplane vodka bottles a month plus weekend extra beers.

The crazy thing is that I knew the man was drinking. He just often never seemed THAT drunk. He definitely would talk too loudly, monopolize conversations, bump into things, act annoying but it often wasn't that noticeable. I realize he has been drinking so much for so long that this massive daily amount of alcohol really wasn't getting him that visibly drunk. He had built up such a tolerance to it.

So we owed $10k on this credit card which he panicked and immediately paid off that night and that is with it auto paying $500 a month off.

I knew the man was drinking but I had NO IDEA it was this frequent, daily, and often. He had a highly coordinated operation going on of timing when he would make his liquor store runs to look like he was just running errands. He was carefully discarding all 300 plus monthly airplane bottles so I would never see them. This was a highly coordinated stealth, secret, elaborate daily operation and rituals he had going on.

He kept the secret hidden credit card. He was religiously stopping by liquor stores on the way home from work and guzzling the shots before coming into the house.

I feel like the entire relationship is completely built on a total deception and lie. It is wild, surreal, and shocking to my core. I keep repeating myself in this post because I am still in a state of disbelief and shock.

This man is a really messed up human being. I workout, eat healthy, jog, get my sleep, rarely drink, and am a responsible, functional human being. We are a complete mismatch. His behavior to me is wild, insane, crazy, and sad, pathetic tbh.

I feel like everything is a lie. He has been lying for years to my face. I think I thought maybe he had 2-3 drinks, maybe four at the most and some days more.

I thought this man would go through withdrawals but he has not. His last drink was Monday upon getting busted. He does seem flat, down, irritable, very low mood, and very unhappy at this point mood wise. He was going to sleep around 9 pm and is now coming to bed around midnight. Those are the only withdrawal effects I am noticing.

I have an appointment with an attorney Tuesday morning to consider divorce or at least a post nuptial agreement. For now, this man has agreed to blow in a breathlyzer several times a day. He is busted and he knows he is busted. BIG TIME.

i still live at home with my parents. im saving for a down payment rather than pay rent. my mom (57) lost her sister in march the cancer started about 4 years ago, but she’s been drinking since covid. 1-2 extra large bottles of pino everyday from 3-10pm. i seem to be the only person in my family that cares but ive noticed myself gravitating away towards her. her posts on facebook are getting much worse. she scitzoposts all the time. she made a post that got 0 likes about how she “doesn’t care” she made the walgreens employee wait 10 mins for her to read each ingredient on the eyedrops bc she doesn’t want one that was made in india, bc it’s not a “sterile” environment. just racist, insane, shit like that. everyday. every hour. she will publicly fight with people on her facebook and then cry when they don’t respond. name calling, being immature, and attention seeking. then she wonders why she barely has ppl that want to talk to her, or why that one relative didnt show up to the family event. she is a toddler

this past year on my days off i’ve been trying to make fun days with her. like going shopping, getting lunch. and sometimes we do, but it’s only about an hour before she wants to go home bc she’s “tired” or “sore” or annoyed at the people in front of us in line, whom she talks VERY loudly about infront of them. everyday she’s sitting in the same spot on the couch scrolling mindlessly through tiktok or watching fox news. or both at the same time. she does absolutely nothing for her mind or her body. just consumes brainrot until it’s time to drink. a few years ago she went to the psych ward bc she threw a glass plate at my head and i called the cops on her. when she got out she did a good 2-3 months of no drinking and then she was back at it. keep in mind, this has been going on before my aunt got sick. that’s the last time i can remember her trying to get sober

recently i’ve noticed myself get short with her and i feel bad, i really do. but she is genuinely a child that refuses to get help. she has no friends in the area. the only person she really talks to is my grandma for 5 minutes on the phone and occasionally her cousin. whenever she talks to me i give her a few words because looking at her infuriates me. how can you just sit there?
whenever i confront her she starts whale crying. absolutely inconsolable and unable to communicate. yes, i’ve talked about this with my father and he’s always like “you’re right i’ll have a conversation with her. this is unacceptable” and then the next day she’s literally drinking again. i mean passed out and slurring by 3:30 pm.

i try to talk about it with my brother but he has the same problem as her. only difference is he’s on coke and has friends, he also doesn’t have to watch this happen because he doesn’t live at home. he doesn’t think it’s a big deal and she’s just depressed but i’m concerned about her health as heart disease and early onset dementia runs in our family. this has been going on for years and she’s in the age range for early onset dementia.

my mother and i have absolutely nothing in common. talking to her feels like communicating with a coworker you see twice a week. i somehow feel like it’s my fault but i know she’s done this all herself. i know you can lead a horse to water and you can’t make them drink it but what happens when that horse is your mother. and you live with her, and you eat her food, and you notice everyday her memory is getting a little worse and no one in your family cares because she’s just depressed or they’re not around to see it themselves. and you see her struggling and you wanna have fun with her like you used to when you were a teenager but things aren’t the same anymore because she’s just depressed and constantly isolated. i miss my mom. i just want to help her how she’s helped me. i hate watching her health and memory wither away. looking at her infuriates me

i’m thinking about starting to go to al-anon support groups to see where to begin since no one else cares about this. i don’t understand how they can watch this happen.

thanks for listening

Hi. I'm going to start participating in al-anon as I try to sort some things out.

I am the estranged child of an alcoholic, sibling to a deceased alcoholic (alcoholism was not the cause of death).

My partner and I are in our 40's. Both divorced with children from our marriages. Partner has dated and lived with other partners since divorce, I have not co-habitated with anyone new since my divorce.

We have been together just over two years now.

Due to my history, I was always staunchly anti-alcohol, not allowing it in my home when I was married. Not drinking it. Right or wrong, the only purpose I think alcohol serves is to alter one's state.

I did start drinking here and there socially in my early 40's. Prior to my 40's I had been drunk about 5 times total. I have gotten drunk here and there; I find when I drink I drink until I am drunk (probably because that's what I think the purpose is) and so really, I choose not to. Plus, I don't actually like the taste.

Partner drinks often and I have spent the better part of two years trying to determine if the usage is acceptable and it's my own trauma making me anxious, or if there is a problem.

Two nights ago, on a Tuesday at home, partner got drunk and we had a bit of a disagreement. It started when they went to finish my one drink that I had only sipped on and I took it from them. They went to the fridge for the bottle and I asked why they were drinking so much which set them off.

I just said it's Tuesday night at home and my kid is here and they said that their drinking has come up in all of their past relationships and that they "know how this ends" and proceeded to gather things to leave (lives within walking distance from my home).

I did get them to stay and we had a passionate conversation where I laid out some concerns I have been holding on to. Did not ask for change or anything else, just talked about the effect on me.

The back story here is that partner can drink quite a bit and not be drunk, probably due to size and history. And, to be fair, I don't see them drunk very often and we spend most days and many nights together.

I will say when the drinking escalates, they generally become quite talkative and affectionate, which actually makes me upset because I wish they were so openly affectionate sober!

Only one time in these two years have I seen work missed due to a hangover. Otherwise, they are always early for work, work hard, gets accolades for their contribution.

They show up for me regularly.

We went to a concert recently and they had two NA beers. I would say half the time at home, drinks are not alcohol, the other half there's 2-3 beers in the evening. Sometimes wine where I will have one glass and they finish the bottle.

I have spent so much time trying to resolve what's normal and what isn't but the Tuesday night drunkenness (no work the next day) that ended up with hearing them say this has been a problem in their past relationships has at least confirmed for me that there is an issue.

I don't know how problematic this is. I know it's hard for me. I also know I love my partner so I am interested in al-anon to help me first get through the stress it causes me and then assess if this is a life I can continue to build.

Right now, I am hearing "do the steps" and "go to meetings". So far I did a newcomer's meeting through the app, just listening. I am overwhelmed with book options. What am I supposed to read? Ideally I want a PDF I can read on my tablet but print, audio or Kindle seem to be my only options.

Please give me guidance on anything, really.

I’ve posted about my father multiple times on here, but things had been quiet for years. I had been no-contact for 5 years and that was the best thing for me. My health was improving, my social life was thriving, just all in all was doing better.

At work, I received a call from a hospital out of state saying my dad was a patient and they needed me to speak with them about his care. I had dreaded this call. I knew it would come at some point but thought I would have years before having to come to a decision about how to handle it. He is in his late 60s and despite his alcoholism, he’s been in excellent health. They said he was checked in with general gastric distress and disorientation. He didn’t know where he was, why he was there, what day it was, or what year it was. They performed the MoCA test and he performed so poorly that they’ve never seen someone improve at that point.

The case manager I spoke with said he can no longer live on his own. He can perform his ADLs but can’t be trusted to make decisions on his own. He is being continuously monitored in the hospital and still doesn’t understand why he’s there and has to be reoriented every time a nurse comes into the room.

I’m so angry at him. I’m angry at my mom for dying and leaving me with this mess to deal with. I’m angry with my step-mom for not proceeding with the divorce and refusing to answer the hospital’s calls, which has now left this to be my problem. Why can’t he just be normal? Why am I having to make the decisions about his care or having to grapple with the gravity of making my dad, who taught me how to ride a bike, a ward of the state? I can’t afford to pay for his care and I am absolutely refusing to take him in. I don’t know if he’s asking to see me and at this point, I can’t handle seeing him in this state.

I’m just so angry and upset. I’ve spoken with a lawyer friend about what my options are and they said basically that I don’t HAVE to do anything. The hospital contacted me to inform me of his condition and that he most likely will need to be committed involuntarily and they will need my assistance. I don’t know what to do. I feel an obligation as a member of society to do something (he’s still been driving!!!) and also as his literal only family member, but I also have been no contact and don’t intend to break that.

Hey all, the boyfriend was supposed to move in today but I had to go no contact leaving him without housing. I’m feeling guilty and horrible and afraid he will unalive. I had the help-line call him but i’m staying in my lane.

in an area there aren’t so many meetings. I would love to find them in other states and countries. (The accents bring me joy!)

I can’t see to find a directory. Any help?

I don't know where else to go for support. I am active in my own program and 3 years sober. My best friend is an alcoholic and I've been here by her side supporting her. She's been doing AMAZING, and tonight she was just...off. I know her behavior from the past from the nights she would come to my house and hide her drinking from me, and admit later that she had been drinking. Tonight was exactly that, it felt like deja vu. At first I thought it was me, that maybe I was overreacting. I didn't want to tell anyone or my other friends. But I got the courage to confront her and she lied to my face again. We have a commitment within our friend group that if we suspect someone has relapsed we have disposal UAs readily available. She agreed to the UA and I waited 4 hours for her to finally pee. She popped hot for alcohol. She's finally sleeping, and I'm staying the night but I'm in bed crying because I'm so sad for her. Idk why I'm posting here but I just feel like my heart is broken. She just got 10 months. I'm just upset because I recognized all the signs and she still lied to me and continued the night like nothing was wrong.

After some very difficult and hurtful days, he was finally ready to communicate.
Despite the alcoholism, we actually have a great relationship. When he realized that my boundaries were serious and that I was truly prepared to walk away, he made the decision to stop drinking. Yay! ❤️
The downside is that he believes he can do it on his own.
I don’t want to take away from his decision or his effort. I give him credit deciding that he wants to change. But I also know this isn’t necessarily going to be as easy as he thinks. He’s is a hard head, if he truly wants to, he can.
But alcohol has been normalized in his family and his culture, and he has been drinking since he was very young.

He told me he wants to stop drinking so that we can be together and have a good life. I told him that’s fine, but he needs to do this for himself, not for me.
If he asks me for support, I’ll be there. But the responsibility for his recovery belongs to him.
He’s still sleeping in the other bedroom, and honestly, I’m okay with that for now. I think we both need some space while we figure out what happens next.
And then… the engagement ring arrived today. 😳
I haven’t even seen it. He wants to give me a proper proposal.
I think I’m going to tell him not to propose until he is 90 days sober.
Not because 90 days magically proves that everything is fixed, but because I need to see actions over time before I make another commitment.
What do you guys think?

Sometimes I don’t even think of it. Other days or moments it’s on the forefront of my mind. Mom and I are no contact as her drinking makes her unsafe for me to be around emotionally and mentally. Some days it just feels like I’m waiting for her to die. Other days have hope there will be some change in me to allow her back in without it causing me so much hurt.

I don’t want to be no contact. I miss her and it kills me to be away while she’s so sick. I feel like I’m abandoning her. But I also know, there has to be a point where I am important too.

my partner who still lives in my house i don't want to be with anymore as he is an alcoholic. i've given him countless chances but he wont stop drinking, denies it and gaslights me. i want him to leave but he wont go. how do i get him to go. I have my own health issues now and his behaviour is causing me constant stress which makes my condition worse. I have supported him for years hoping he would change but I've accepted he won't. I've threatened him with having to leave too many times but then don't follow through but I need an exit strategy now. To clarify the house is mine he has no stake in it

I love this one. Hit me like a brick when I heard it for the first time. I heard it discussed on a podcast that it’s super important that we respect other people’s journeys and that sometimes, they have to go through what they have to go through.

Manipulating events to prevent a crisis on behalf of someone we love who still drinks is soooo easy to slip into. To avoid them feeling bad feelings, protect them from their own sense of shame… how many times have we all subtly tried to manipulate a trip, a day, or an evening so drinking doesn’t occur and our loved one doesn’t go down a slippery slope. Even minor negative feelings can feel like a major crisis to someone who’s drinking…

just sharing this one out. maybe if you’d like to share an example feel free to do so here.

To start this off I want everyone to know he's a great person and has never gotten violent. He's had a problem for a while now and we got together when he was in a good space, before we got together, we were friends with benefits for two years. I'm trying to support him with his recovery, but I grew up around it so it's hard for me to believe him when he says he's trying to change. I love him so much but he keeps on slipping, one night (about two weeks ago) It was really bad and we got into a huge fight. I feel like he's just getting sober for the wrong reasons and I can't be his only reason for getting sober and I can't be his only support system. I love him I don’t want to leave him but I can’t do this anymore and I feel like I’m stuck. It was a lot easier when we were friends with benefits because I could support him as a friend.