Trinity, I won't mention WAY again after this post, but this is my experience of it.
A close friend of mine lost her husband, like you, with no warning whatsover. She had children aged 2 and 4 (at nursery with mine) and was also left with no money. He had had no life insurance at all. In fact, her visa was £4000.
They were wildly and passionately in love. She suddenly went from a SAHM to having to learn about signing on, hb, etc, etc. I have to say that her family were not wildly supportive.
It was about the same time I split up with my dc's father. We both moved to another part of the country, to adjoining counties and saw a fair bit of each other. I don't know how she found WAY, but she was stuck at home with the dcs every night and she just logged on and read and read and posted. Very quickly she became part of their little community. I attended a few barbecues at hers house with her WAY friends and they were Lovely and fun and they all understood each other, in a way that I couldn't because I hadn't been through a bereavement.
I know this is very very wrong and I didn't do it, but I felt like becoming a member just because they were so lovely. I know that sounds awful, and I am not belittling their loss, but I felt a teeny bit jealous. I hope you understand what I mean.
This friend, who swore her hormones were dead, is of course now very happily married to a (fabulous) widower who had also sworn off the opposite sex (for a decade in his case). Not that it is a place to meet a partner, just a place where they are all somehow equal in their grief in a way that only the bereaved can be, I think.
They could talk about little things like how they reacted when someone made an inane remark about time healing or something.
When she was organising the funeral, she bought the food and drink and borrowed the glasses from Tesco. She had two hideously behaved (ie, missing their very hands on daddy) children with her, and when the girl on the checkout said she hoped she had a good party, my friend sort of snarled/shouted, 'It's not a party, it's my husband's Fucking funeral'. That sort of thing, iyswim.
Don't start calling yourself alcoholic; you are in a uniquely awful position and you are coping. You are still coping. I'm obviously not a member of WAY, but couldn't you just join/register whatever and just read the posts there without contributing?
White chocolate magnums are the best.
Forthxx