Hey there... The booze or me was my last stand as well... My sweetie chose me. We went through her withdrawal, the pink cloud of initial sobriety, and 8 months of really intense transformations, not always pretty, might I add. But, she was sober and I had high hopes. Then one day she came home and told me over dinner that she had to know what it was like to be independent and sober. She moved out within the week.
What I lost was my sweetie and partner in my life. What I am amazed at is that regardless of how much that hurt, what I am learning from the experience is something I'm actually thankful for. My entire identity as an adult child was wrapped up in who I was caretaking. Without my alcoholic and on my own, I've finally had to learn who I am, all alone in this world, without anyone else's mirror reflecting back to me who I am.
I gave the ultimatum. Things seemed to be going exactly as I wanted, but God had other plans
Magpie
recovering and grateful