I just got out of a relationship with an alcoholic. I had never experienced up close and it was one of the saddest things I have ever witnessed.
3 DUI’s, a destroyed marriage, a alcohol induced miscarriage and a lost job were not enough for this woman to give up the bottle.
I tend not to think of it as a disease though, no more than obesity is a disease. I feel it is really a lack of willpower combined with a weak character.
All I can really say is that I will never put myself through that hell again. I did everyting for this girl and only received grief. I realized I can fix broken things, but not broken people.
Having quit (to the drop) almost 3 years ago, my perspective is that attachment to alcohol is a parasite that is beautiful to pet and woo, while it tells you it’s okay if it takes your body parts and slowly kills them. Of course it feels good, we all like it when we pet a kitten and it purrs back. This is a spiritual level dweller that takes bites out of your mental level of self, then physical, and then social. But that’s only how I percieve the parasite I have caged and well locked away. Others may not recognize the parasite as a threat. That’s fine... for now. It’s all your events on your path.