My husband is an alcoholic. He was from the beginning of our relationship 13 years ago, but as often is the case, I didn’t realise for a little while. In the early days he could sometimes stop for a couple of weeks and hide his resumption for a little while beyond that. Of course it a progressive disease and it became much worse about 3 years ago. He was essentially lost, I could no longer see my husband, just this horrible drunk thing that was killing itself. I reached the end and threw him out (the house is mine). Despite me always saying that I wouldn’t live with it beyond a certain point, this proved to be a shock to him. He told me later that he never really believed I would end our relationship. Thankfully, that was his rock bottom. He went into rehab for 3 months. He ‘graduated’ in October ‘19 and hasn’t looked back. We are both aware that he will always have a vulnerability. He has a completely differential attitude to himself and to alcohol though and I have every faith in him. We are happier now than we have ever been.
Have you even unknowingly put your foot in it?
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