I love a person with alcoholism. I hate how it destroys everything, everything, and everyone. And when they try to stop, and the first few times you think "oh, good, it will all be better now," but they invariably start drinking again. And after awhile, they tell you they're going to quit and you just don't believe them. And you feel bad for not believing them, because you want to support them. You love them and want them to get better. But you can't believe them because they have gone back on their word so many times before. And you want to help them, but at the same time you want to leave them and never have to deal with their shit again. But they won't or can't accept your help, and you can't leave them because of the crushing guilt you would feel...and besides, you would miss them. I feel you. :(
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