I apologized for enabling him after listening to 5 minutes of him screamingly demanding me to admit to my part in our relationship difficulties. That was not the correct answer, I guess. It's hard to live with an alcoholic. Their moods are so unpredictable. I hated coming home to see him glowering about something unknown. I would know it didn't have anything to do with me, but I didn't want the **** landing on me either, ya know? It's that whole walking on eggshells thing. I would apologize for stupid stuff, too, but it was more placating than empathizing, I realize.