Mine was on a campsite. He usually limited his drinking when we were together, but he didn't this time. I was the only sober person in a group of 9 for 2.5 days. I felt very lonely and isolated, but then became very angry. I then knew this would be the rest of my life unless I took action.
Although I'd been thinking about separating for a couple of years prior, I had a lot of fear due to my being self-employed in the arts. Hitting bottom for me was a realization that I HAD to make this change and would do whatever I had to in order to survive financially.