Dh is an alcoholic. Not that he accepted that fact, but he drank every night, two bottles of wine until he was incoherent.
He was unbearable if he didn’t drink for some reason. Miserable about it. But he was a miserable drunk too, so there was no difference.
Two years ago, I said I was leaving if he didn’t stop. He was away for the night with work. They went to the pub and he got shitfaced as usual. He called me slurring, as usual, talking shit. He didn’t end the call and I heard three of his colleagues, Two women and his male boss talking about what a fucking disgrace he was. One women was saying she was just going to pay for a separate taxi to get him back to the hotel as she didn’t want to be fucking mortified at his behaviour again and they all agreed they didn’t want to travel with him.
I told him the next day, he went mental saying that I was stirring trouble, they would never do that, they were his friends, I was jealous of the successful women. (He didn’t remember being slung in a taxi on his own, clearly).
I told him that was enough.
He hasn’t had a drink since that night, found “health” and is actually very evangelical about not drinking now.
But that’s had a knock on effect to me. I didn’t have a drinking problem. I could take it or leave it. If I wasn’t invited out, I’d go years between drinks (I’m a Billy no mates).
But I met some school mums a few years ago and I’d love to occasionally go for a night out and have a few drinks. I can’t though as I know the second I have one drink, he will say it’s not fair and start drinking again and I cannot go back to that decade of hell.