In my case, it doesn't upset me at all. My husband of 12 years who was an alcoholic, pill-popper, pot smoker, and who-knows-what-else....and could not hold down a job, would not even admit he had a problem. *I* was the crazy one. That's why I finally left. He was only getting worse. Perhaps if he had admitted he had a problem and tried to recover with help from AA, I might have stayed. But he denied, denied, denied. I was suffering..and most importantly...our children were suffering. It was time to say "enough."