I read your thread, and it's taken me a long time to decide to write, because I don't like 'sharing' about the fact that I had (or still have, I guess, because once an addict, always an addict) a drink problem. But when I read your post about your husband, I thought ''that was me'. I like to think that maybe didn't behave quite as selfishly as your husband is, but then that's just my view and if you asked my ex, he might say differently. He probably would, in all honesty.
I think you should print out this thread and consider one day giving it to your husband to read. Ask him to take a long, hard honest look at himself and his drinking. Your husband knows (very deep down) that he is drinking too much. Consciously, he may not yet be able to acknowledge his drinking is even a problem. He may think he is still in control. It's very hard to admit to having a drink problem, so don't imagine he is going to have an Epiphany one night and never touch a drop of alcohol again. Very simply, you can't do anything to stop your husband drinking, but I think you realise this. Only he can stop himself. And he has to want to stop more than anything in the world, otherwise he probably won't be able to. It may take him a long time to come to that point. It took me about 2 years before I admitted to myself that I had a problem and stopped drinking.
Like your husband, I didn't lose family or friends over my drinking. I never missed a day off work because of drink. I never passed out from drink, had black-outs or the shakes. I stopped drinking completely during my first pregnancy, and cut right down during my second, but couldn't stop completely. I stopped breastfeeding early because I wanted to drink again. I made sure I was home by 4pm every day so I could have my first drink. I liked weekends best because I could use that as an excuse to have a drink at lunchtime.
I did not think of myself as an alcoholic. But I drank between a bottle and a bottle and a half of wine every single day. I had a drink as soon as I got home, first two didn't even touch the sides, and I continued drinking until I went to bed. Once I had the kids, I would allow myself a glass of wine at 6pm. After a while, that became 5pm, then 4pm. In hindsight, absolutely everything revolved around my drinking. I always made sure I had alcohol in the house - always. I actually didn't like going out socially because it meant I couldn't drink as much as I wanted. I'd have 3-4 glasses of wine before I went out, to keep me going. I became aggressive and defensive if my partner broached the subject of my drinking. I didn't think I had a problem. Eventually, I lied to him about how much I was drinking, and I pretended to drink less than I did.
Don't stop making your husband aware of how selfishly he is behaving, or the impact his drinking is having on you. Ask him to consider speaking to Counsellor or a trained professional. Your GP will be too 'familiar' so probably easier for him to speak to a stranger. Tell him you love him but make it clear how much his drinking is hurting you. Let him know that what he is doing is not okay. It's not okay for him to behave this way and it's certainly not okay for your kids to grow up with his drinking pattern being 'the norm'. Only you know your cut-off point for sticking with him but the reality is, if he carries on drinking like he is, at some point the balance is going to tip out of his control.
I sought help, ostensibly for PND. I was still drinking heavily but somewhere along the line, something changed and I began to acknowledge to myself that alcohol was a problem for me. Still gave my partner an earful if he even mentioned my drinking, but deep down I knew that he was right. I set a date to give up, and I did stop drinking on that date. It actually wasn't as difficult as I expected it to be. I changed my routine and stopped doing things that I associated with alcohol. I drank Coke Zero instead and copious amounts of tea. My mood began to improve and I felt better about myself.
I made the mistake of having a drink again after 15 months, earlier this year actually. It was fine at first, just a half glass of wine every so often. Then, over a couple of weeks, my drinking started creeping up again. I knew that I was on a slippery slope but I thought I could handle it. Then, one day, this 'need' to have a drink just hit me. I craved alcohol in a way that I had never felt before. That was when I finally acknowledged to myself that I am an alcoholic. It took every ounce of willpower not to have a drink that day, and I haven't touched a drop since. I accept now that I can never, ever have alcohol again.
There is no 'happy' ending here. There have been many changes in my life since I stopped drinking. But on the positive side, my depression has gone, I feel empowered and in control of my life once again. I have more energy and certainly don't miss that horrible fuzzy-head feeling in the mornings. I still want a drink every so often, but I make myself a cup of tea instead and look at my children. They are not going to grow up with a drunk for a Mum.