Brutal Truths of Addiction

Living with an alcoholic taught me three brutal truths nobody warns you about.

First, you become a detective. I'd count bottles, check bank statements,

smell their breath like some paranoid investigator. That hypervigilance never turns off,

even years later. Second, their promises mean absolutely nothing. My ex swore

on our daughter's life he'd quit seventeen times. I believed him every time.

The manipulation becomes your new normal. Third, and this destroyed me,

you start drinking their pain. I developed anxiety, insomnia, even stomach ulcers

from the constant stress. Here's the twist though. After he finally