What made me quit was the idea that my little boy would have to be watched by my husband's parents if I had to be admitted to a hospital. Then, I thought about how they might find me dead one day. With all of the pain I was having the night after drinking, I knew my body was screaming for me to stop. Then I watched a british documentary about drinking on youtube and watched a women in her mid thirties have to get her stomach drained, because her liver can't process much so it just leaks out and she blows up like a balloon. She needed a liver transplant from drinking two bottles of wine a night for 10 years. It is truly scary to be addicted to alcohol.