My husband is a recovering alcoholic. When we got married he was a fun drunk and we both drank...a LOT! As he began to get mean, my interest in drinking dwindled. About 7 or 8 years ago, he thought it was time to take his anger out on my oldest son ( our boys are his step-sons). I called an immediate stop to it, and took the brunt of his anger that one time only. The next day I gave him an ultimatum...the boys and me, or alcohol. Thank God he chose us, sobered up, and distanced himself from his "friends" who encouraged him to drink. He's a wonderful man, and I'm thankful he chose us.
He thanks me often for the life we have now. I thank him for being in our lives.