My Experience of Alcohol Addiction

My boy friend is an alcoholic. Or at least, that should now be ex-boyfriend, as he walked out for the umpteenth time ten days ago. I feel very guilty about not talking to him about his problem in the weeks leading up to this. Actually, I feel guilty full stop. I have only come to admit to myself the extent and reality of his addiction in the past two months, previously (we were together three and a half years) I buried my head in the sand and tried to ignore the problem, as this would mean dealing with it. So in a way, I am no bettter than him. In fact right now I think I am possibly worse as I am not the one with the problem and should have at least tried to get ...

I had been happily married for twelve years, and we had borne three children when the world changed. The reality is like one of those horror films which opens with a pastel-tinted scene, all smiles and laughter, no cares in the world. Gradually, little things happen which make you blink (did you imagine that?), events occur which grate against the grain of your shared concept of normality, and you discover horrid secrets. To live with an alcoholic you have to be strong. How you use that strength is an independant decision slowly evolved as you circle your opponent. I say opponent because no matter how much you love them, indeed, because you love them, the ...

Ever since I can remember my mother has drunk she is an alcholic but wont admit it anytime anything goes wrong shes off to the pub. When I was little she was never there she used to give me money so she could go to the pub. I had an older sister but she had left home because she had enough. My mother was drunk most nights and when I came home from school I had to sit on the doorstep and wait for her to leave the pub I sat out there come rain or shine not pleasent for a young child some times she brought blokes home imagine how disturbing this is for a child. We were taken in to care as she could not cope she was to busy drinking we were just an ...