He was functional for a long time. Up in the morning, off to work, not a drink until he came home. He has passed that point. He's unemployed and depressed. And he drinks. The lives of my stepmother and other adult siblings feel as though they're crumbling. We want to help. We want it to stop. But we cannot stop it. Only he can.
How can you simultaneously adore and despise someone? Such is the life of an adult child of an alcoholic.
