This really hit me as it's so much what I'm feeling. I wish DH would recover because we had a wonderful life before he derailed it and I'd give almost anything to get that life back.
I don’t think he will ever be in any form of sustained recovery, I think alcohol will kill him - either from an accident, or ill health or suicide
I'm still struggling to truly internalize that. I can 'say it out loud' and accept it 99% of the time. But there are still those moments when it's just an alien concept to me.
Our (adult) sons have accepted it and it has broken my heart to see how 'hard' it has made them against him. Normally they are two of the kindest, most helpful men you could imagine. To see them 'granite faced' when they speak of their own father tears me up inside. Not for him, but that they have to feel those emotions in the first place.
One of the things I hate and resent is that no matter how this ends up, we (the loved ones) are irrevocably changed by 'our' addict's behaviour. And I think this is true whether they recover or die. 'Down the line' things may be good and life may be truly beautiful, but we will never be the same as we were 'before'.