My boyfriend would quietly tell me ...you need to do something..you need to figure out how to quit..you need to make a plan. I got angry a lot. He wouldn't say much more about it except occasionally remind me he had already lost his dad to alcohol and didn't want to lose me to it too. He always made it known he would do anything needed to help me quit.
Those quiet comments slowly seeped into my soggy (very soggy after nearly 30 years of mostly heavy drinking) brain.
I think it was good he said something to me. Even if I hadn't quit drinking at least he would know he did what he felt he had to do/say. He didn't want me angry and upset, but he couldn't just let me keep killing myself without speaking up.