My husband was a functioning alcoholic. Not the shambolic, chaotic sort, the respectable sort. Great job, well respected at work, held it all together most of the time, but his drinking was habitual and he had no cut off switch. A couple of glasses of wine each evening gradually turned into a couple of bottles. His answer to everything was wine. A great day at work? Wine. A celebration? Wine. A terrible day? Wine. A stressful time at home with the children, or an ill family member or the threat of redundancy or anything else that might be causing him worry or annoyance? Wine. Boredom? Frustration? Wine.
Most nights he would be slurring in front of the telly by 8pm. It got very tedious.
We couldn't go out to a party or a fun event without him drinking himself into complete oblivion. I got to the stage where I would always leave before him because once he had his 'party head' on I couldn't reason with him. he always had to be the last to leave and I didn't particularly want to stick around to see him at the falling over stage, so I'd just go home and leave him to it. I hated doing that but not as much as I hated the pointless row that would ensue if I tried to tell him it was time to go home. I lost count of the times he got lost, fell asleep on a train, ended up in hospital, had to sleep in his office etc.
I tolerated it while he was good natured drunk but then he started to behave like an arse when he was drunk. Picking stupid arguments with me over nothing, or just being embarrassing in company.
We went away with with my brother and his wife once and we were looking for a place to get a light lunch. All we wanted was a sandwich and a coffee but my DH kept saying no to every place we looked at. We didn't need a big meal but he was insisting on looking at proper restaurants rather than cafes. In the end it dawned on me that it was actually a drink he wanted. We ended up in an unlicenced cafe that my sister chose and he descended into a filthy mood. I realised then that it had become a need, not just a want. Even at 12 noon.
One day I said to him, very calmly, as he laid in bed one morning, something like:
'I don't know if I want to grow old with you. I am dreading our retirement, when you don't have a reason to at least stay sober until 6pm. If every day is going to involve watching you drink from lunchtime onwards until you can't speak properly, then picking stupid arguments with me, I'm not sure I'm up for it.'
He said 'are you threatening to leave me? Are you issuing me with an ultimatum to stop drinking? Are you trying to control my life and stop me enjoying myself?'
I said 'No. I'm just telling you how I feel and what I will do if I think this is going to be my future. It's not the future I want. It's completely up to you how you choose to act on this information. Change. Don't change. Do whatever you want. I don't care. But whatever you do, do it in the knowledge that I've told you how I feel.' I think he just sensed that I really meant it. I wasn't going to fight or plead to make him change. I was just going to walk if he didn't. I didn't know whether it would be that month, or year or in another ten years, just that it would be evenually.
He stopped drinking literally that day, and bar a couple of relapses that each lasted a matter of days each, he hasn't drunk since. I mean nothing. He knows he can't be a moderate drinker. It's just not possible for him to have one or two drinks a night then stop, or to only drink at weekends or on holiday or whatever. He's very all or nothing. He recognised that for himself, so didn't even bother trying to cut down. He just stopped, completely by himself. That was 7 years ago now.
It's bliss. But it has completely changed how we live. He doesn't like socialising much, goes to bed really early. Never wants to go out for the evening, if we do anything it's always in the daytime. He can't enjoy holidays unless he's on the go the whole time with a packed itinerary. He can't relax on a sunlounger by the pool. Whereas he used to enjoy a few cocktails around the pool and get that mellow holiday feeling, now he's twitchy and bored after an hour. He used to be a real dancer at parties. Now he hates parties, hates meeting new people and wouldn't dream of dancing. So many of the things that used to give him pleasure are now pointless to him, if you have to do them sober.