Originally Posted by ArcticSA

Yes! But it is so complicated. I'm partly to blame too. In the past during one of the several(36?) times I've tried to cut down I have told him "Now honey, even if I say I want beer, don't get me any!" and then one night I would seriously, really want beer and he would say "Nope, you said you didn't want any"
and I would get PISSED and storm around the house and pout and throw silent tantrums until he or I gave in and went and got some.
It's been awhile since I had that talk with him.
I did make a point of telling yesterday how crummy is was to wake up with a headache neckache that lasted all day and my sadness at lack of motivation and he just showed sympathy and didn't even make a rude remark.
Also when a commercial came on with people on the beach drinking, of all things, ice cold coronas with limes I said "Yeah! Headaches in a bottle!" in disgust.
This poor man, it's like Jekyll and Hyde with me and my attitude towards alcohol. Really hate it, or really love it.
I don't know where to go with it really, what kind of talk I would even have. Seems like we've had them all before at one point and they led nowhere in the end.