First husband: Insane alcoholic when I met him. After almost three years together (met in college, continued via semi-long distance), and a single AA meeting (he was interested but wanted to try to do it alone), I said I needed a good long break from the insanity. While we were apart he went back to AA and has been continuously sober for the past 35 years.
Second husband: Met in a bar. When I slept over at his place he served me wine and fruit for breakfast. Moved in together within a couple of weeks. Noticed a copy of AA's Big Book in his apartment, asked why he had it. He "used to have a drinking problem, but OK now." Not true. Became drinking buddies. He gets pneumonia, has horrible withdrawal, liver/kidneys shut down, comatose, near death, told will definitely need liver transplant. IF he lives. He gets sober, briefly, learns he has EARLY cirrhosis. He has a couple of slips, convinces me he's done. We get married, move across the country, he starts drinking as much as before, I move out a few months after we married, divorced following year. Never looked back.