My ex was arrested and taken to the hospital tonight after blowing a .32. He’s an alcoholic and was also in a manic state. We were together for 17 years and in order for me to cope, I eventually just started drinking with him. It was easier to join than to fight. I wanted to have fun again. I didn’t want to deal with his addiction. He was not receptive to help. My enabling him in this way slowly progressed into my unhealthy relationship with alcohol. I used it every time I felt anxious. I am so ashamed of myself. I’m learning now that I was in survival mode.