I used to drink like a gentleman, until, in 1999 when I turned 40, it almost killed me (and I almost killed myself). I had to hit bottom -- sucking booze out of the carpet to stop convulsing, having the DT's twice in less than a month, looking at a truck coming down the street and thinking the only way to stop my racing mind and the buzzing in my ears was to step in front of the truck... and being forever grateful that the next thought was "it's not fair to the driver" so I didn't take those steps.

My last drink was 7 August 1999.

Alcoholism is progressive and can be fatal. Your husband is a very sick man. In AA's Big Book there is a chapter entitled "To Wives" that you may want to read. And please remember-- you didn't cause it and you cannot fix it. Al-anon is a great suggestion.