[alcoholicson]

I finally told my son last night that I would not be going to his house in
the middle of the night, Saturday mornings, etc. because he calls and
tells me he is sick because of his drinking. I cannot and will not put
myself through that again. My blood pressure is up, my anxiety level is
through the roof and he is literally killing me along with him. He keeps
telling me after each time he does this that he is not going to drink again.
The drinking is eating his stomach lining up. He can't eat sometimes
because of the pain. He swears to me after each episode that he doesn't
like to feel this way and that he isn't going to do it again. But guess what,
he is drinking again. He is about to lose everything. He has no job, has
been looking but no bites, he has no money for his rent, other bills, etc.
because when he drinks he goes on a spending spree and takes all of
his "friends" out and pays. It seems now also that when he is in his
drunken state he gets a new tatoo somewhere else on his body and when
he sobers up he starts freaking out because of the new tatoo. This time
he put them on his hands.

I love my son. He has a good heart. But the drinking is just wearing me
out mentally and physically. I am only 43 years old but I feel like I am
63 years old. I just need reassurance that I did the right thing by just
walking away. Please help.