While I can relate, I've got to say: I would no more pour my husband a glass of wine right now than I would strip down and dance naked in the street in the full light of day. That's preposterous. I'm an alcoholic. I don't pour.
I also don't buy, restock, organize, or keep track of any alcohol that might land in my home, and my husband knows better than to put that poison anywhere near me. And you know what? He agrees with all of it.
Just some thoughts.