I'm 61, drank for 30 years plus. Put husband, children and even grandchildren through moments of hell. Finally, I couldn't handle the simple disgust on my family's faces anymore seeing me so bloated and ridiculous. I'm done and they are starting to smile at me again. In fact I even smiled at myself this morning in the mirror. Stay the course. We can stay sober. When the urge surges forth, I think of my last drunk and how close I came to death. And it is an ugly death.