I knew it had been coming for at least a year - probably longer. One day I would have to take that tough love step and INTERVENE. I love him so much and he is just killing himself with his drinking. In spite of his repeated proclamations "I can deal with this myself", and "you know what a private person I am", I realized that if I didn't do something to get the ball rolling toward his recovery, I would end up getting one of those phone calls... you the ones I'm talking about..."Hello? Is this Mrs. ___? There's been an accident..."
So tonight I called the police and had him taken to detox. Ohhhhh, the glare he gave me... I felt it right to my bones. All I could say was "I love you".
But I know that I am doing this out of love and concern for him, his health and our relationship.
Now I sit here alone, at my computer, asking myself (and anyone else that may be listening)... Will he still love me in the morning?
hmmmmmmmm