That one still haunts me oftentimes (though not as much as it used to) about a decade later. They were my long-term boyfriend at the time and after our mutual long-term girlfriend passed away suddenly we both fell off the wagon hard.

I made it out the other side of the path of self destruction, they didn't.

And when they passed I fell even harder into alcoholism.

My wakeup call was when my doctor asked how many drinks I had per week and when I told him he had me go through the math right there for how I calculated it. It was over 300.

I was there because of some health issues that turned out to be liver problems.

I got sober a few months later.