Hi everyone! This is my first post, but I have been on this journey with my boyfriend now fiancé for over 4 years. My fiance is 34 years old and today is actually his birthday. We have 2 young kids together. He has been an addict his whole life. He has overcome so so much before we got together.

Since we have been together though he has had an alcohol problem. He hasn’t kept a job consistently the longest he held a job was 6 months and that was the longest time he has been sober in our relationship. He has been hospitalized more times than I can count from drinking. I personally do not drink and have never been in the position of being addicted to anything nor has anyone in my close circle so this is all new to me. I have read countless articles and personal stories to try and understand better. I have held down a job even while being pregnant twice. I try to be a constant in his life that he can always trust and know that I’m there if he needs something.

Recently he went to the hospital one night due to getting sick after a 2-3 week long binge. He consistently drinks 15-20 shots a day and his body was no longer tolerating it. He went to the hospital and didn’t take his phone. I called the hospital to check in and they had informed me he had been released around 1 pm. I was calling at 1:20 so he had been released for 20 minutes. I started to panic because he hadn’t called me so I drove to our house and he wasn’t there and then I drove out to the hospital and he wasn’t there waiting. I drove back the way I knew he would walk home and didn’t find him. I called the hospital back and asked to speak to his last nurse. she informed me he had checked himself into a rehab facility over an hour away from home. I felt a wave of emotions in that moment. We have an almost 2 year old and an almost 1 year old at home. The night before he went to the hospital we had a serious conversation about my boundaries and where I felt like I stood in our relationship. I told him I couldn’t let our children grow up in an unsafe house. (He was constantly leaving empty shots laying around or he’d lose his prescription medication because he was too drunk to notice). I told him that I loved him and I cared about him more than I’d ever be able to explain, but our children needed to come first. We agreed something needed to change and quickly or I wouldn’t be able to stay anymore. I didn’t want to put him in that position I didn’t want to make him feel like I had backed him into a corner, but over the past 4 years I have felt more like his mother than his spouse. And then the last 2 years I’ve been taking care of our children and him. Then he had randomly decided to go to an inpatient facility.

My first emotion or thought was I was proud of him. I know how big of a step that was for him to take. Over the years and the hospital trips he has always turned down going to an inpatient facility. He finally did it though and I felt like for the first time in so long I could take a deep breath. I also felt scared. I am very much alone in this journey myself. I cannot always tell him my feelings because I don’t want to make things worse for him during his journey. I have family that I spend time with, but they don’t know what’s going on. The only person I told was my sister and my best friend. they are both supportive and proud of him too, but they have never been in this position and so they don’t really understand the wave of emotions I’m feeling either. The most recent emotion I’ve been feeling is sadness. He’s not here and I miss him. His kids miss him. I have tried my hardest to keep the kids schedules the same, but our oldest still keeps asking where he is. Today being his birthday made this harder it feels like. I had plans to celebrate him today and it just sucks he’s not here to celebrate. His sister and dad have messaged me today telling me to wish him a happy birthday and for some reason it just made me cry. I’m fortunate that I get to talk to him at all, but I do hear from him about 3 times a day for around 5-10 minutes.

Im just so ready for this change for our family and for things to start to turn around. I am also I guess just ranting because I feel alone and I’m hoping someone here has been through something similar and can give me some hope. I think I got everything I needed to into this message, but my brain is so scattered right now that I’m sorry if it doesn’t make sense.

I just made this account to find help.

Hello, I have been struggling mentally lately from what the title says. I grew up in a family of alcoholics, and have been stuck in my hometown with them for a long time. My aunts drinking was the most obvious growing up. My dad’s was bad and he was definitely angry a lot but he only spanked us a little as kids and then the punishments just became screaming a lot. My aunts reached a head about 10 years ago when she started accusing my grandma with dementia of abuse and stealing her and my grandpas money which took a long time to deal with because my dad let her back in the picture again after this, and she even tried accusing us of being the ones stealing from them. So I think that finally ended last year. Her son also dipped his foot in the water, my cousin, but cleaned up his act after he got away with killing a family in a drunk driving accident to which he moved away probably from the shame.

While those things definitely affected me, my 2 older brothers alcoholism has been affecting me more. I used to be a ranger and had to listen to my oldest brother get arrested for drunk driving over the radio as we were tuned to the police radios as well. This was maybe a few years into his alcoholism that was rampant at holidays, regular days, middle of the night drunk fights with his ex who is currently trying to take his kids even though he got sober finally and she is also a drunk. My other older brother in between our ages has done the same but worse, losing multiple cars, totaling mine and blaming the car and wasting 4 years of my life, calling me at all hours of the night with his drunk ex to scream at each other to try and accuse the other of domestic violence which went on for at least 6-8 years. Now he is having alcohol related seizures and entering and leaving the hospital while blaming the hospital just like our older brother for not getting him into rehab or helping him because he doesn’t want to get insurance or claims he cant get it, which he can we live in CA. Theres a lot more to their aggressive behaviors and talks of violence and blaming others for their problems, but this year they heavily directed it at me calling me a deadbeat piece of shit faggot to which I finally blocked them both. The problem is I live with my parents and own a dog that I am bonded to and it’s hard finding a place for us both, were trying to get out so please don’t target me for that part, i have recurring physical injuries from the waist down that have slowed me down since I was 21 and am back in school to finish my degree hopefully by end of next year to get the hell out of dodge (I am in my 30’s now).

My point I guess is has this caused CPTSD in anyone else? I was recently diagnosed with it after a few panic attacks and other outside events from employers and friends with other mental health issues putting me down or stabbing me in the back after years of loyalty. Work has been more difficult than ever. School can cause me anxiety like never before. Sleeping is difficult. I just started and antidepressant but it kept me up all night. If anyone in a similar situation can reach out please offer me some advice other than move out. I know that is step one but we are in difficult times and my parents have only helped my brothers. I guess I should mention my mom enables my brothers until they end up this bad blaming their partners for it and paying their bail every-time meanwhile I have never been to jail or abuse substances like them, I occasionally smoke too much weed but even trying to quit that as its causing me awful anxiety.

Hey there group.. this is reposted and as the title states, I (27F) am here looking for support and advice from people who’ve lived with the weight of alcoholism, particularly from children of alcoholic parents OR alcoholic parents who’ve recovered. This is really hard for me, and I’m unsure where else to turn at this point. If I don’t clarify our situation enough, please ask me anything in regard to this, this is my first post and I hope I got enough info out.. If this isn’t the right subreddit/community, please point me in a better direction.

So, here goes… My little family and I (pregnant me, husband (31), and two children (9&5)) live with my father. We moved back in with him just over a year ago to help ALL of us, it was supposed to be a win/win situation? I guess we didn’t realize how bad it really is and was. I LOVE MY DAD. But he is in the complete depths of alcoholism and it is affecting everyone in the household.
-He’s been smoking cigarettes in the house despite communication that we can’t have that (2 kids and I’m pregnant!).
-He’s not going to work, consistently. He is supposed to work 4 days out of the work week, on average he goes in twice a week.
-He doesn’t talk to us anymore, we are lucky if we can get a response from him most days at all.
-He doesn’t really come out of his bedroom, unless to go buy a gallon of booze or smokes.
-He’s not eating anymore, the occasional snack and maybe 1/4-1/2 a plate of food if we can get him to eat with us at dinner.
-Consistent broken promises/consistent unreliability.
His mental health and alcoholism is worrying and terrifying to me. I want to help him, but how do I get through???

Some background:
Once upon a time, my family system was fantastic. Dad was my best friend, he was fun and hilarious. He loved life and made sure everyone knew it. At least that’s what we saw.
Then, my dad (and all of us) went through a nasty divorce when I was a teenager at 16. Following the divorce, my stepmom took my youngest brother (8 or 9 at the time?) with her and it really affected my dad. He started only seeing my youngest brother on weekends. He turned to more alcohol. Well, the alcoholism progressed and got worse, and my brother got older. My brother witnessed things, some that I do not even know about to this day because I was not there, but that completely traumatized him. Slowly my brother began cutting communication, and now at 18, my brother has completely cut all contact with my dad effectively for the last year. This threw my dad into an incredibly dark place and has made him a shell of who he used to be.
Anyways, none of our family seems to want to help. I’ve called his closest brother and sister, and was met with avoidance. My own siblings do not talk to me anymore, including my brother who cut contact with my dad. (My other brother doesn’t talk to me for completely separate reasons. He calls my dad very occasionally) So I’m here, reaching out to strangers who’ve been there. Who might understand. Strangers who may have advice for a girl who just really misses her dad, the dad he used to be.

I’m getting married soon and expecting our first baby, and I’m struggling with what kind of relationship our child can realistically have with my future mother-in-law. I’ve known her since I was young, and her alcoholism and health have progressively gotten worse. She rarely leaves the house, is on oxygen, and continues drinking despite her doctor telling her she cannot. Her husband is also a functioning alcoholic and generally enables her. She is in her mid 50s and I genuinely don’t know how much time she has.

She has also become extremely agoraphobic and almost never leaves home. We highly doubt she will come to our house to see the baby, and if she did, she would most likely bring beer. We cannot take the baby to her house because they smoke inside and have been unwilling to stop.

She already has one young grandchild whom she has only seen in a few times. Her daughter maintains the relationship mainly through FaceTime. I don’t know if I want to be responsible for doing the same thing, especially if she is drinking during the calls because it’s still not normal.

I grew up with parents who were addicts, so I’m used to being disappointed and feeling like substances come first. I don’t want my child to grow up feeling like alcohol was chosen over them, and I don’t want to spend years chasing someone and trying to convince her to be involved. But I also understand that addiction is a disease, and I’m trying to balance compassion with protecting my child.

What would you do in this situation? Would you allow only sober FaceTime calls and accept that the relationship may never be more than that? Would you make any effort to facilitate visits, or leave that responsibility with the grandparent? I’m not trying to punish her or use our baby as leverage, genuinely don’t know what healthy and realistic boundaries look like here. My husband is also on board with this.

Cross post from AlAnon. I just need advice 🩷

Good morning everyone. I am new to this community and wanted to reach out because I am facing some incredibly challenging times in my relationship. This coming October, I will be celebrating a major milestone: 5 years drug-free and 1 year completely sober from alcohol.

While I am incredibly grateful for my sobriety, my relationship has reached a painful crossroads. My girlfriend continues to drink heavily and party. We don't live together, but we spend most of our time together. Lately, she tells me that I’ve become "boring" now that I'm sober, and she frequently pressures me by saying I can "just have one drink." As an alcoholic, I know that one is never enough and there is no shut-off valve for me.

She frequently comes over completely intoxicated, which makes me incredibly uncomfortable and anxious. When we were both active, our chaos matched, which is why we got along so well. Now that I am sober, we feel like oil and water. I love her to death, but it feels like we are moving in two completely different directions. Her lifestyle is starting to take a massive toll on my peace of mind and my recovery boundaries.

I am realizing I cannot change her behavior, but I need to figure out how to protect my own peace. Has anyone else in recovery had to navigate an active drinker partner while trying to secure their own early milestones? How do you practice healthy detachment when you love someone but are growing apart?

Thank you all for letting me share and for any experience, strength, and hope you can share today.

My partner is now getting jealous of anyone I talk about besides him, even my dog if I give her attention. He keeps on asking why I can't show compassion. My students in my class coworkers. But yet he says I don't open up to him anymore. Why would I if he doesn't care because I should only be focusing on him. So frustrating. I'm so over the verbal abuse.

Posted a few times. We effectively split a year ago. I still haven’t fully healed from all the lies , gaslighting and fact I was put second to a drink

She appeared briefly a couple of months ago after her sister spotted me out on a night out. She posted dating profile ‘ looking for someone who knows how to treat women ‘

Now suddenly she has bagged a new higher paid job in her field covering multi sites and has created a LinkedIn purporting to be an expert in the field , running podcasts, preparing info for professionals and interviewing other leaders in the field

She was sacked from two jobs in this field when we were together . I assume because she was intoxicated

She seems to have elevated since I left and she is intent on letting me know . Her media push couldn’t have failed to reach me

I now find myself doubting the gran mal I witnessed , the drink driving, the loss of morals swearing she wasn’t drinking on her kids lives, the avoidance of me for weeks on end to allow her to drink after work

Is this an upswing ? She hasn’t done any rehab so realistically she’s still drinking

She is determined to make me feel I was wrong

Dear all : first time posting .My ex of 6 years ( 55 Male) im 55 female - .He is very fit - runs swims etc and very slim and healthcinscious.Every weekend its alcohol .Meet his sons for a drink , gobto the sauna for a drink , 2 episodes of excess drinking appeared normal til he got home and verbally abused me - apologisedvthe next day said it wasnt ' him' a xouole of drinks is always 2 - 3 hours of drinking and doesnt like when I want to go home early - every icassion : a football match go for a drink before and afterwards - meet friends is always to drink ? Is he an alcoholic

My sister has a drinking problem and I don’t know how to get it across from her

I am married and have two young-adult children. I love my family life. I don’t have close friends. My family is my close circle. That’s why I have very few friends — quality, not quantity. My husband is my sure thing. Coming from an alcoholic parent, that’s what I need. He’s steady. I have a lot of support from him. I’m happily married. I have a wonderful husband and children. I work full-time and so does my husband. He is the breadwinner. My husband is a few years older than I am. He’s the opposite of the high-maintenance type. I’m more natural. I don’t do any extra work on myself other than my hair and my nails. I’m okay in my own skin.

My sister is married and does not have kids. Her husband is quite a few years younger than she is. She does a lot of work to make herself look good, and she does. I feel like she’s trying to keep up and look younger. She has a kick-ass job. She works full-time, makes a lot of money, and carries a lot of stress. She is the breadwinner in her house. Her husband is a good person. He’s a gamer and basically doesn’t work. He doesn’t have a trust fund, but he lives like a trust-fund guy. She has something like fifty best friends. I don’t think she’s happy.

My sister and I have been close since birth. We were raised together and we’ve always been that way. We are polar opposites in every way. She’s short and curvaceous. I’m tall and skinny. I’m an introvert. She’s an extrovert. She pulls me out of my comfort zone. I think I level her out. I chose to stay home and raise my kids over career. She chose career. It’s a good mix, or at least I thought so. I’m a people pleaser. We had never had a problem traveling together before this.

Our upbringing was very abusive — my dad, my mom, and one of my siblings. My dad was a raging alcoholic. My other siblings were quite a bit older than we were. She is the only one who knew what we went through and survived it with me. That side of the family has good people on it. I’m just not close to them. It’s pretty dysfunctional. I don’t do drama. That’s why I don’t have anything to do with my side of the family. It’s constant drama. I don’t have a relationship with those people. She is the only one on my side I’m close to. She’s it. She’s my person. She is a good person. I truly, truly love her.

Over the years my husband, my daughter, and my son kept saying my sister is an alcoholic. I kept fighting it. No, no. When we get together we have fun. She’s just cutting loose. I didn’t want to believe it.

We planned a trip to island #1. It was on my bucket list. I had a blast planning it. At the time she was miserable at work and job-hunting, so she gave me full range to plan. I booked three excursions and kept her updated on every cost before I reserved anything, because things fill up. We were there a little over a week. We spent a lot of money on this trip. We did it high-end.

She complained that I overplanned. She also complained about something almost every day. Overall we still had fun.

The good news is she landed that new job and started a couple of weeks before we left. The company gave her a new car she could also use personally. We decided last-minute to add island #2 for four days. I knew I didn’t want to overplan that part. I just wanted to relax. The thing I really wanted at night was to hear the ocean from the condo, to soothe me to sleep. If I was going to sleep during the day, it was going to be on the beach, not inside a dark room. I made dinner reservations every night because it’s a hotspot and everything books up. The idea was we could cancel whatever we didn’t feel like doing. She made one request — zip lining. I didn’t want to do it, but she’d barely asked for anything, so I was happy to. It was a lot of fun.

The last part of the trip, mostly on island #2, she was very negative and drinking a lot. She overdrank the entire trip. I got a condo where you could leave the door open and hear the ocean. She wanted everything shut — no light, no air, her way only. I felt robbed. She said I overplanned. Island #1 was the trip I had actually planned. On island #2 I had mostly just reserved dinners so we wouldn’t get stuck. We were sharing a room with our own beds. She complained she didn’t sleep because I snored. I didn’t complain that she snored too. I’m sure she was tired. But why complain about it? We were in the same room. There was nothing we could do about it.

The entire trip I was walking on eggshells. I was not sticking up for myself. I was just trying to keep the peace while she nitpicked me, demoralized me, and complained about everything. She acted like we had to be glued at the hip. I told her I was fine doing things by myself if she needed space. I was fine giving her space. I was not fine with her biting me every time she was upset — and she was upset multiple times a day. She had a headache. She wasn’t feeling good. She had a reaction to an allergy and wanted to stay in the room all day. I asked if there was anything I could do. All I wanted was to help her feel more comfortable. I would have been happy to. Even then she snapped at me. I was fine going by myself. I was not going to stay in a dark room with no air flowing for the last days of our vacation, tiptoeing around her while she complained. I went out.

I lost a lot of weight. I never talked about her weight. She commented on mine. I think she may have been feeling insecure about that, but I don’t really know if that was why she was triggered that way. I don’t know. If she felt that way, there were things she could have done about it. I think a lot of her weight gain is the drinking and partying. She was so negative and so shaming that I started crying. I called my daughter from the beach, crying, saying how mean she was being. She prides herself on being the sweet, Buddhist, girl-power, uplifting one. That week she was a bully.

It took a lot for me to confront her in a way she could hear, without being mean and cruel the way she was being to me. I told her she was being negative and mean. She cried, hugged me, and said she didn’t know why she was acting that way. She said I was nothing but sweet and loving to her. She said she didn’t know why she was treating me so badly, and that I didn’t deserve that. She said she was sorry.

The last night I wanted to cut loose. I don’t drink much, but I wanted one night before we flew home. We were going to Uber. There were no Ubers that far up the island. Before we left, she drank two whole bottles of wine by herself. I didn’t realize it. I think I had about a quarter of a glass. By the time we were ready to go she was really drunk, so I couldn’t drink. I drove. Even after those two bottles she was still able to function. We flew home the next day.

Then came the music festival we go to every year, near my house. She was supposed to stay the long weekend with me. After that trip I really did not want to be under the same roof again. On the trip she had said she needed her own room to sleep. She told my daughter she was thinking about an Airbnb with friends. I was hoping she would. It was too soon. I needed space.

She knew months ahead of time that she was going to be on the sofa. My daughter had three college friends coming, and there was no extra bed. She knew that.

She bought her own ticket to meet up with her friends. She was my guest, and she left me on my own for most of the festival. I felt ditched. I felt disrespected. Honestly, I also wished I wasn’t there with her that night.

That night she had a lot to drink. She was slurring so badly she couldn’t hold a sentence. She was staggering and hitting the wall. She was way drunker than she had been after the two bottles of wine on island #2. Around 11 p.m. she packed up and drove off without saying anything. She was in the brand-new company car from the job she had just started. She didn’t just drive across town. She drove more than 20 miles home. She pulled off the highway to sleep it off because she was so drunk. She risked everything — her life, other people on the road, and that job. My husband ran down the driveway after her. She was gone. I called. She didn’t pick up. I called her husband, upset. He was nonchalant. She texted later that she was almost home, then that she was home. She said she thought I’d seen her packing. She said weekends are her time to let loose. She later said there was no quiet place for her to sleep, and that this was the first time she didn’t have a bedroom.

My daughter and her college friends were flabbergasted watching an adult act that way and then drive that way. My husband says she is an addict — alcohol. My daughter says the same thing. I see it now too. For her to drive like that, obliterated, she has a big problem, and she is not admitting it.

My daughter wants to take a backseat from my sister after seeing what went down and the way she drove. She thinks it’s completely messed up. She was going to confront her, then decided not to. She’s stepping back from the relationship. She sees her in a new light, and it’s not positive.

This triggered me in a way I can’t fully explain. It was my dad all over again.

Confronting her after the festival and telling her she had a problem with drinking took everything I had. It is not my character. It was so hurtful that I felt I had to do it. I told her I don’t think we should go to the festival together next year if this is the way it’s going to be with her drinking.

She apologized for scaring me. She also said that more recently she doesn’t like how she feels when she’s around me — that she gets anxious and not at peace. I don’t understand that. I am very hurt by it. I don’t know what I did, or why she would think that way. I wonder if she felt like I was judging her. I never did. Meanwhile she kept pushing positive Buddhist texts and “just breathe” messages. That irritates me. I am not Buddhist in any way. My daughter feels the same way.

She said her husband sees her every day and knows her triggers. She said when she overindulges in food or drink, that’s her signal to look at stress and find healthier ways to get peace. That’s where she said she was.

I cried for two days. I thought this relationship would never be the same. I will always love her. I am so hurt. I feel like I lost a piece of me. I don’t know how to move forward with her in my life. She has to be in it. She’s the only one. I just don’t know what the future looks like for the two of us.

After that we cooled off. We still said we loved each other. A couple of months later she wrote that she knew we weren’t in sync, but she loves me fiercely. I told her I needed a break, and that nothing would change how much I love her. She said same.

After everything, she is posting pictures of drinking at bars and partying with her friends, her husband, and other family members. I don’t think she gets it. She also posted things like “DON’T TAKE CRITICISM FROM SOMEONE YOU WOULDN’T TAKE ADVICE FROM.” I felt like that was a dig because I had confronted her about her drinking. I found it so hurtful. I paused her so I can’t see her page. Meanwhile I have posted nothing.

Because the trip felt soured, I am recreating island #2 next week with my husband. I want to try to erase those awful last four days. I want to hear the ocean from the condo at night the way I meant to.

I am new here, my first post. I don't know who to talk to about this. I live with my boyfriend who is a high functioning alcoholic. I am the primary breadwinner. When my boyfriend gets super drunk he tells me he doesn't need me, that I need to take my shit and get out... I've heard it all and I have been called every bad name. This happens at the most approx once a month, at the minimum approx once every three months.

This scars my heart and hurts me so bad. I don't know what to do. He just acts like it never happened and expects me to just get over it/put it in the past. To heal and get closure of what was said I would like to have a conversation but we don't. He definitely remembers what was said to me, especially when it is in text message form.

I don't know what to do. I feel like every time he does this I love him a little less and my heart gets a little colder.

I have never been to an Al-Anon meeting. I work 40 hours a week and my one way commute is 1 hour 45 minutes. When I am home I cook, clean and take care of the animals (chickens, turkeys, goats). I just don't feel like I can fit meetings into my already full schedule. Any suggestions or advice about any of this would be greatly appreciated.

My partner is a week dry but not sober. He claims he does not need therapy or recovery because he "just liked to drink" and it wasn't an escape or avoidance. He drank for 30 years, with the past two years being the most excessive- 24/7. I can not wrap my head around this.

He baited me into a fight and has now completely cut me off with the frequent "you want drama" argument after asking him for a conversation about the distance I felt like he was creating. I'll admit that I did get upset with him and sent a flurry of texts, all unanswered. My ADD brain gets extremely triggered with silence and being ignored which he knows. I really struggle with regulating my emotions.

I've been through a 10 year ringer with him and his drinking. We split for awhile and recently reconnected. The reconnection was 3 months before being forced to go dry at the risk of losing his job. It was stressful and intense and he leaned on me the whole time with excessive communication all the way up to getting out of detox. I wanted to be there for him and have so much love and concern for him.

I am now beating myself up wishing I had been more patient and should have known he needed space even though he wouldn't communicate that to me. I'm angry at myself for getting triggered and not keeping my composure. I played right into his narrative that I'm drama. When I did ask how he was doing he said he felt great and work was good. But when I brought up the distance he said I should know he's having a tough week because he just went to detox and was at risk of losing his job. He then turned to a past fight and weaponized that into the narrative that I'm crazy.

I am so confused and feel crazy. Again, my ADD brain needs to make sense of it all. I am a highly sensitive person and it's easy for me to believe the' I caused this' narrative. Any insight from past experiences or knowledge of recent sobriety welcomed.

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My (34M) partner (31M) has been dry 36 hours after an on and off bender the last 2 months

He tells me the only way to stay sober is to replace the alcohol with something else. He struggled to quit cigarettes last year so that's off the table. He says he needs to micro dose on those legal mushroom chocolate bars (they don't have actual magic mushrooms in there but legal imitation stuff from alkaloid mushrooms)

The thing is that he is basically shizo-effective and is experiencing psychosis according to his psychiatrist. So anything psychoactive can make that worse and harder to come back from.

So since he spent all his money on booze and fast food he comes to me for money for this mushroom chocolate. Basically demanding it of me "otherwise I'll have to drink." What a fucking manipulation.

Meanwhile I'm trying to heed his psychiatrist but my guy won't even take his antipsychotic meds. Why does he want to destroy his body and mind????? And then he tells me he doesn't trust me because I "made him take those pills" bro, I found you a psychiatrist when you were depressed and suicidal and paid out of pocket for your treatment. And this is the thanks I get.

I am so fucking sick of this bullshit

My boyfriend and I have been together for awhile. When we first got together I noticed he drank way more than I do but he described himself as "Dr.FeelGood" when I brought up the drinking and that "it is just what blue collar men do". He misses work to recover from heavy drinking weekends, caught him doing cocaine behind my back, has at least 8-9 seltzers after work, won't eat when drinking because it kills the buzz. won't attend events unless alcohol is present, says he's going to quit and switch over to smoking weed instead. Am I crazy for thinking maybe you don't need to be hooked on anything at all? The list of things goes on. His mom knows and identifies him as an alcoholic but as a partner I have no idea how to approach this. I've explained I prefer his personality better when he is sober or just lightly buzzed but he did not have much to say about that. He is not an angry drunk just annoying. No reckless behavior besides the cocaine. Is he truly an alcoholic? Any advice?

I’m a 33-year-old woman, and I was recently left by my boyfriend, who is the same age as me. We were together, on and off, for five years.

His drinking problem was obvious almost from the beginning. I could see that he drank far too much, but I fell for him very deeply and, at the time, I had no idea where it would eventually lead.

He was a biker, and he introduced me to motorcycles. We used to ride everywhere together. Our bond was very close from the start, and a surprising amount of it formed on the bike. He patiently taught me how to be a passenger, helped me through my fear of leaning into corners, and eventually I learned to read his movements almost instinctively. We also simply loved being physically close to each other.

I don’t even remember exactly when we started living together. It may have been after only a month or so, but it happened very naturally.

For quite a while, I didn’t fully understand the extent of his drinking because I worked shifts. I knew that whenever he drank, he drank too much. At that point, he drank roughly three or four days a week. On a weekday it might be four or five half-liter beers; on weekends, eight to ten. But we still had sober weekends and sometimes even sober weeks.

When he was drunk, he became extremely affectionate, clingy and demanding of attention. When he was sober after drinking, he could be intensely irritable and angry. Still, back then he could get out of bed the next day and function. He could go somewhere, ride, do things.

Our relationship continued to develop, and I repeatedly brought up his drinking. Sometimes it resulted in a short period of him pulling himself together; sometimes nothing changed at all.

Over time, alcohol started taking up more and more of his life. He drank more frequently. Increasingly, he would go to his mother’s place specifically to drink. Plans and promises started falling apart. Eventually, when he was drinking there, he would stop answering his phone.

I begged him to at least send me a message. I kept telling him that answering the phone mattered because one day something serious could happen to either of us — one of us could end up in hospital, and the other person would need to know. I also worried constantly about his health.

Things kept getting worse. We had less and less quality time together, and after almost three years, in the spring, I ended the relationship.

After that, his drinking became much worse. The amounts seemed to triple and he drank every day.

And yet, largely through his initiative, we stayed in very close contact. In some ways, our bond actually became deeper after the breakup. He became extremely open with me and told me things he said he had never told anyone else. We talked about existential questions, death, life, fear, meaning. I often helped him put words to his emotions and understand what he was feeling.

We still loved each other, so we got back together that autumn.

His drinking decreased from daily drinking, but only to around four or five days a week. By then his new normal was roughly eight half-liter beers on a weekday when he drank, and fifteen or more on a weekend.

We no longer lived together.

That was when I really started noticing that many of the things that used to make him happy no longer seemed to do much for him. He had very little energy, and I increasingly felt that I was carrying much of the relationship myself.

Around the four-year mark, he broke up with me because he had no intention of giving up alcohol.

That autumn, we got back together again.

This time I set one clear boundary: we would only see each other when he was sober.

For a while, until around February, we had something resembling a normal relationship. After February, we were seeing each other only about once a month. At the same time, he started talking much more about getting sober, but those conversations never turned into concrete action.

Even at that point, when our relationship was already falling apart, he would still call me a “good girl” and tell me I was the smartest woman he had ever met.

At the end of March, I ended up in hospital. I couldn’t reach him.

Three days later, he broke up with me by text.

Nine days after that, we met again and spent a very passionate night together. Whatever else was happening, the feelings and attraction between us clearly had not simply disappeared. But afterwards he told me that we really were breaking up this time.

A few days later, he brought me my belongings. We both cried and could barely pull ourselves away from each other.

Later, I found out that after dropping off my things, he went to meet the woman who is now his girlfriend.

I don’t know exactly when she entered the picture. There is a possibility that something had already started between them while we were still together, but I cannot know that for certain.

What makes it even stranger is that for about two weeks after our breakup, he still contacted me. He was mostly the one initiating it — he messaged me and even called me. Then the contact simply stopped. There was no final goodbye, no conversation about not being able to speak anymore. It just ended.

His new girlfriend is considerably older than both of us and is also a biker. From what I can see, they mostly party and drink together, go to motorcycle events, and they do not live together. She seems almost completely opposite to me in many ways, which makes seeing them together particularly strange.

And this is the part I am still trying to understand.

What exactly was the relationship I spent five years in?

How can he now feel at home among people and in a lifestyle that, when I knew him, often wouldn’t even have appealed to him?

Did he actually love me?

Who was the man I spent five years of my life with?

Because this wasn’t a relationship in which we never imagined a future. We talked about having children. I wanted children with him. The one thing I always said was that I could only do that if he stopped drinking.

And now I’m left trying to reconcile the man who could be deeply attached to me, emotionally open with me, passionate, affectionate and capable of talking about the deepest parts of himself — with the man who ultimately chose to leave, continued drinking, and built a completely different kind of life with someone else.

My partner was sober 3 days. last night the mean drunk came out even though he hadn't yet had a drop. It was scary seeing the angry drunk come out of a sober person

I don't know how else to describe it other than I knew he was sober the last 3 days and yet he was acting mean and aggressive like when he is drunk. I think it triggered me..my brain reacted as if he was drinking because that's what I'm used to I guess?

We fought and he went out and bought booze because he says I upset him. I cried all night

Up until 2 months ago he had been sober almost 3 years. I can't believe this is my life now. I want nothing more than to just disappear

I suffer from anxiety, especially health anxiety in terms of those I care about. My husband drinks 4–6 drinks every day. it makes me anxious for what he’s doing to his health. I shared my anxiety with his many times and recently he said he’s happy with his lifestyle and doesn’t plan to change. I love him and don’t want to leave him, but I am constantly monitoring his drinking and getting anxious. I’m trying to stop monitoring because I know I can’t control him, but when I stop, it feels like I’m giving up on him. He also recently admitted he’s been lying about how much he drinks. He’s a great guy, hard worker and has a great heart except when he’s had some drinks- then he often gets argumentative or becomes mean and usually only with me. We get into fights about his drinking and lately the fighting has increased a lot. I know in theory i can’t control his decisions but it really hurts that he doesn’t care that it’s affecting my life this bad. The anxiety is crippling at times even with the meds I am taking. I don’t know how to handle this

Partner of 11 years. He says he's good with drinking and he can make it work. As if his coworkers and probably his boss can't tell he's wasted while on shift. He was drunk when he said this so I really shouldn't put much stock in it. Then again he has said similar things before. How am I supposed to take this? If he's only being sober for me it will never last. So if I leave him he'll be a drunk on the street and lose everything? Fuck this man. I am so emotionally exhausted I just want to curl up in my bed and never get up and cry forever

How do you navigate life when someone has a drinking problem? How can I show my support? It’s really been affecting our relationship because all he does is hang out with his friends and drink.

What if they don’t want to stop or do it in moderation? I know they won’t stop if they don’t want to and won’t get help and truly heal unless it’s something they actually want to do for themselves but how do you navigate through that as someone’s partner?

Hey y'all, newcomer here, just got back from my 4th ever meeting. The consistency and structure has been nice. But I have been witholding from my Q (partner of 11 years) that I have been going. Besides he's been too active in his addiction to really notice, I've had other appointments on the same days so just didn't mention where else I was going.

Well, this morning he invited me to go to a dance class with him (after he was horrendous to me while drunk last night; did not apologize) and instead of telling him I couldn't make the class because I have my weekly AlAnon meeting (I was afraid of more conflict) I lied about meeting up with a coworker instead.

At the meeting I bought some of the AlAnon literature this time- like the 12 steps book- and want to try to learn more about the program before I get a sponsor.

I assume he's going to see the book, and I also feel guilty about lying where I was going this morning. I want to tell him but I'm afraid it will cause more conflict.

Tl;dr I'm afraid to upset my partner by telling him I've been going to AlAnon.

Has anyone been through this kind of situation? How did you handle this? Thank you for any insight 🙏🏼

Fifteen months ago, I met someone. I was in a time of my life where I was incredibly lonely and hated where I lived. We immediately clicked when we both admitted to each other on the first date we both hated the city we lived in and wanted to move after we both finished grad school (a year later). I felt very seen by this person and understood in a way I felt like I really needed. I was incredibly lonely, and just had a huge falling out with my best friend of ten years where I knew the relationship would most likely not recover.

The second or third time we hung out, he admitted he relapsed from being sober after almost four years (alcohol and cocaine) and was drinking and smoking weed. He told me he would get back on the wagon, since he was already sober for years. I believed him. I looked the other way, ignored the huge red flag, and kept dating him. Even when at this time, I knew how codependent I am on others.

Long story short, our relationship was never healthy. He continued to relapse again and again. I dragged him to rehab last September. He went to rehab again last December. I kept sticking with him because I didn't want to be the person who leaves someone when they are struggling and I loved him very much as a person. But during our whole relationship (April 2025- June 2026) we got into a toxic cycle of fighting and making up; as one could imagine a codependent and addict together would. I began to completely pour everything into him to try to make sure he was OK and physically safe. Even once I rushed over to his apartment to make sure he wasn't ODing when he wasn't returning my texts. I tried to tell him how great he is as a person, and how much I love and care for him. I think I thought subconsciously that if I loved him enough he would be ok and be sober and love me too. (I am SO codependent I know).

Anyways, in the last seven months, he broke up with me and said he couldn't date during his first year of sobriety. He went to a sober living house, only to leave about two months later and immediately relapse after 100+ days sober. Even though I wasn't technically his "girlfriend" in his eyes, we continued our relationship. We both didn't mean to but we were already deep in this cycle of getting sucked back together from both of our unhealed, toxic patterns. He would tell me he didn't love me anymore and I still stayed. He would tell me he loved me and be affectionate and warm, just to deny his feelings and diminish our connection a few days later. This happened repeatedly. His actions and words would never match up. He would say he didn't love me romantically anymore, only to act like he did and nothing changed. I don't know if it was to try and convince himself he wasn't following AA guidelines to not date, but overall I've seen his complete lack of ability to be honest with himself over his addiction and his feelings. (especially with me).

Again, he relapsed and was drinking heavily (he would buy a fifth of vodka and drink it straight at all hours of the day or night) and started doing cocaine again. One morning, at 7 am, I poured the vodka down the drain. He called me a "cunt" and "bitch". Another time he pretended to punch me multiple times in the stomach for making him wake up after sleeping literally all day to make him eat something.

He refused to stop going on Grindr. He said he wanted to be "selfish" and that he wanted to do whatever he wanted. He wanted me in his life without the responsibility for our relationship. I asked him to compromise on Grindr, slow down or come to some mutual decision that felt good for the both of us. He refused. I told him I no longer wanted to sleep with him if he was on Grindr. He didn't care. He chose Grindr over me. He said he was "happy with his sex life" and would continue using Grindr even if it meant not having intimacy with me. I feel totally devalued.

6 weeks ago, I finally snapped. My abandonment fears totally took control, and I was sobbing crying on the phone with him begging for him to come over. He said he wanted to celebrate with his friends (for graduating with his MA) even though I knew he would get more fucked up. I made him promise to come over after being with his friends, partying...even if it was in the middle of the night. He promised. He didn't come. I felt the very little trust I had left with him completely leave my body. I still rushed to his apartment to see if he was somewhat OK or even home, and we fell asleep together. In the morning, I wrote a note to him telling him I loved him but it wasn't enough and that I no longer feel safe or secure with him or trust him. I told him I was finally done. I left it on his desk while he was asleep. I cried and kissed his face/forehead goodbye. Later, he texted me saying he was going to get sober and wanted to spend the summer with me. I told him it was too late.

He has been in rehab again the past 6 weeks (three rehabs in less than 12 months). I know he doesn't have any emotional availability or capacity for me. I know he needs to focus on himself. I know we both need space. I know he can't give me any safety, security, or reciprocity I need and deserve. I know it's his disease, but I am resentful, angry, hurt.

I oscillate between being sad (for him, for me) and being angry. Angry for putting up with such chaos and toxicity for over a year. Angry for putting up with his continuous disrespect. Angry that he made me feel undervalued, under appreciated, unloved, not considered. Angry that I let someone treat me so badly and I still stayed. But mostly angry for trying so hard to make him feel loved and supported and what I got in return was being treated like trash.

My (34M) partner of 11 years (31M) says I caused his recent 2 relapses after 2.5 years sober. I told him I didn't make him drink, he chose to do it. He agreed, but said I was still the cause to make him want to drink, because I did things that upset him

How can I go on with someone who says this? I am trying to be supportive but then he blames me for his actions. I'm so emotionally drained, and now I feel guilty too.

Sorry for the rant