DH never drank in high school. He too is from a family of people with alcohol issues. He like most kids started in college. Me, I never wanted to really drink. I was too afraid I would become an alcoholic. I never realized how much DH was drinking in college. When we would spend weekends together, he didn't drink. Since I didn't drink, he didn't. In college most of my friends were from families of alcoholics so drinking was not something we did. I guess we figured we should just avoid it so that we could avoid becoming what we had grown up with.
When we got married I had only had one too many once. Since marrying DH over 11 years ago, I know my count of nights of one too many hoovers around 10. How can I let him drink alone? In my mind I was sharing with my husband not enabling an alcoholic. DH taught me to drink. Wine tastings, beer tastings, flights of various liquors and yet alcohol has never been a problem for me. I can take it or leave it. Even in all of that I never saw the problem for him. He slowly began to tell me about the drinking in college. He made sure that I know that he was an alcoholic from the start of our marriage but I never saw a problem with him drinking because that is what my dad does. My dad knows alcohol can be a problem for him but he knows his limits and drinks on occasion so I didn't know that DH was struggling. I don't know what a healthy relationship with alcohol looks like.
So when Ravebaby was born and DH poured out all of the liquor in the house and finally told me once and for all that was it, he was sober and no more alcohol, then I saw what I had been missing. My brain finally turned on and saw it for what it was, a problem. I am not mad at DH. I proud of him for seeing the problem and talking about the problem and making me see the problem. I am mad at me for being blind to it. I am scared that it will happen again. I am worried I am going to miss it and it is going to be too late for help.
See, my marriage has three people in it. Me, DH, and DH's other main squeeze, Alcohol. She is always there. Sometimes I feel like she is in between us. I don't mind her. I don't mind seeing her. Actually my problem is when I forget she's there. When I relax and take a deep breath and then I get smacked in the face when DH says, "I have been itching for a drink." Slam, how could I forget?
Watching Nashville last night and seeing Deacon, the country singing alcoholic, fall off the wagon felt too real. I begged Deacon not to drink. Tears poured out of me as he drank. I screamed at the tv when he asked for another. I got mad when he skipped the meeting to get drunk. I felt like I was watching my future. I know it is a TV show. I know Deacon isn't real except he is.
This isn't pre-Ravebaby days. There is a lot on the line now. DH tells me that he got sober for himself. He tells me that Ravebaby and I are what help him stay sober. He knows what is at stake. I am still afraid I am going to miss it. I am afraid I am going to be blind to it. I trust DH. I know DH but I am still afraid. Three years sober is nothing in the grand scheme of things. I know people fall off the wagon all the time. I know you can fall and pick yourself up again. I just can't control any of it and so I am mad about it.