It's funny this tread came up again for me tonight. I just can't sleep thinking about the last couple months. I held my wife's hand as she died in May from the effects of alcoholism. That's not what's on her death certificate, but it's the underlying cause.
Booze took away her will to live and her ability to think clearly about choices she was making in her life. It slowly degraded her health until it was too late to reverse course, and I got to watch it front row. See when we got together 24 years ago, we were both drinkers. I got smart, or lucky. Take your pick. But she never could beat that Devil. Nothing I could say or do could convince her she was powerless against it. The bottle lied to her time and time again, She'd quit for a couple weeks thinking she had control, then she'd slip back into it. Hiding it. Lying to me about it.
See, you can't MAKE a drunk stop. They have to want it themself or it will never stick. The Big Book says very few will fully recover. I've heard it's like 3% but IDK.
Right now I'm waiting for some of her family to come into town. We'll finally bury her ashes this Saturday. Then I'll celebrate 20 years sober on September 20th. Alone.