Popcorn - I really commend what you are doing.
You are only human - please take this time to breathe. Know that you are not alone.

I'm sure it felt good to really tell him how you feel - even if he doesn't remember it...

Oh, Popcorn. I'm so sorry. Thinking about you.

Popcorn - I'm so sorry - I'm thinking of you too and hoping so much that he gets better.

Popcorn, what a relief! I'm so glad you were able to find him a place. I hope he is able to accept the help they offer. And most importantly, I hope you have a healing, relaxing, wonderful month!

Popcorn- I am glad he went to treatment-I pray it goes well. Take time for yourself and pamper yourself over the next few weeks. I commend you for sticking with him through these times, and hope everything will work out in the end.

Also- I am hoping in-laws are being supportive as well?

My in-laws are being very supportive. I don't think they quite understand the whole "I can't control it" bit (by me, I mean), but they are very loving, caring people. And my MIL has the best controlled Type 2 DM I have ever seen. (Take it with a grain of salt - I'm an ER doc.) It was really interesting watching her try to beat DM management into him. Only sort of worked, but she's got that part down better than I do.

They were probably the straw that broke the camel's back. Which needed to be snapped. I should have done it years ago. But that's water under the bridge.

I got a call yesterday from one of the therapists, but I was at work. Basically, he's stable, detoxing, they'd had an hourlong session, and I would hear back on Monday.

I'm so glad I don't have to worry about him.
Now, I'm slowly disposing of his stash. I took a nice 10yr single malt to a colleage today.

He drank cheap beer, but at least apparently had some taste for scotch. I don't entirely feel vindicated, but at least he did have SOME taste.

My family has been incredibly supportive. My twin brothers, who had their own run-ins with the law and court ordered AA/NA from their teen years added a lot. That, and they make me laugh. And they recovered. Youngest brother is on the 9-year undergraduate program (I think he's up to 9...he's a poet, and algebra threw him for a loop. Several times.) Older once actually graduated with a psych degree and is applying to grad school. But they've been there, tried it all, and have insights that I don't. Did I mention that they're a riot to talk to?

I have a great family. They are part of the reason I'm still somewhat sane.

Thanks for your support, everyone. It means a lot.

I admire your courage Popcorn. Please keep posting if you need to talk. I'm sorry you have to go through all this. Big hug!

Well, it's been a week, and I'm mostly sane.

And it's 2 am, so what better to do than an update.

Turns out, that about 48 hours into his detox, he had a seizure, fell and hit his head. So they shipped him off to the local ED, where he had some lab abnormalities and ended up admitted for a 23h obs. (Sounded like a cardiac r/o, actually. The guy does have some pretty significant risk factors, and may have had some slightly elevated enzymes. I had a chance to talk to him while he was inpatient, and he sounds like he's making some progress. He recognized that he hasn't felt this good in a long time, and he asked me for forgiveness. I told him I wasn't quite there yet, but I'd work on it.

He went back the next day and promptly had another seizure. But this time, someone caught him. Sigh... long story short, I was going to go visit him tomorrow, but he's still detoxing, so he isn't allowed visitors. I'm looking at the bright side, as I haven't had time off in awhile.

I got a lot done today - ripped out the carpet in my closet, laid new bamboo flooring, painted the closet, and then moved everything back in. I'm really proud of myself, as it involved quite a few power tools and a lot of swearing. Heck, I just spent the day as an orthopedic surgeon.

I'm going to meetings, and I think I'm past the anger phase, although right now, I'm just tired and run down. I forked over my credit cards to pay for 3 months upfront: 1 month of intensive inpatient, 1 month of partial inpatient (half days,7 days a week) and 1 month of intensive outpatient, where he'd live in an apartment complex and do half-days of group and therapy.

I figure it's the best shot he has... although I was sort of hoping to spend that money on a new driveway. Oh well... water under the bridge...

Thanks for your support everyone - it really means a lot to me.

Thanks for posting, Popcorn. You have a lot of thoughts and prayers being sent to you from far away. We're so proud of you.

Wow...sounds like things are still very intense for him. I hope it is a welcome change that you are not on the front lines at the moment. Your new closet sounds nice.

So during the 3-month period, would he come back to stay at your home at all? Or would you actually have 3 months of living apart?