I guess it really wasn't out of the blue, but I really didn't see alcohol being my solution at the time. I think there were two things that triggered me. The first one being the fact that I was molested was known by no one but me and my molester. I told my husband after about 15 years of marriage only because an eating disorder began and he was questioning that, I told him what happened and soon felt that it was a mistake to tell him, not because of how he reacted but because I now had to deal with it. It had been stuffed away so long and I often told myself if no one knew that it didn't really happen. The second thing I am guessing is my daughter had a friend who was being molested and I found out about it from her by accident and it sent me into a spin that I didn't see coming