When I decided to quit it was 12-29-12. I took my husband out for dinner New Year's Day to tell him I was an alcoholic. He couldn't see where I was coming from. He didn't see me the way I saw myself. He said I just need to moderate more that I don't need to quit. We had talked about this many times in the past but I was never so committed.
I gave him reason after reason I should quit. It was t until I told him I forget things, and that sometimes I wasn't sure if certain things had really happened or if I had imagined them (scary right?) that he started to take me seriously. He had no clue how much I drank.
He sees the changes in me and I think he likes them. He has been a tremendous support for me And has been so very patient.