Detachment
became easier for me once I learned to put my own needs on the table. Here is a particular. One night he came home sloppy drunk and proceeded to pass out at the kitchen table. Rather than endure the fallout from that, I gathered up the kids and went to stay with a friend. As we were leaving, I noticed that he had puked all over the kitchen floor. Rather than be my usual "care-taking" self and stay and clean up...I left him to deal with his own mess. You have no idea how good that felt.
Alcoholics have a tendency to manipulate those around them with the "All About Me" show. It's very liberating to stop being an audience member to that tired, old, same, burned-out show.
Detachment? Take a walk on the wild side. When they start in with their games...don't play anymore. They aren't going to make your life any better...but you might. Do the "unthinkable". You might surprise yourself.
Peace,
Gabe