Dating an alcoholic wives dating service

03 Jan

I was dating another programmer in SF who went out drinking with people in the SF startup scene like, every other night.His drinking was not especially greater than anyone else’s in his social group, and indeed, as other people I know who I don’t think have drinking problems.Experts suggest that being with an alcoholic is the second-worst thing after actually being one.While people with drinking problems can change, love and willpower often aren’t enough to get over addiction.

Having a couple of drinks with dinner isn’t always a bad thing.

Another indication of his drinking problem was brought up after our 3rd date when we realized the only times we hung out was in a drinking setting. They didn’t know what I wanted to talk about, though. He’s in treatment now, we’ve been dating for 2 years. ” It was hard to ignore my parents’ facial expressions as I explained his alcohol condition, and that it wasn’t his fault.

We’ve eaten out, gone to bars, even saw a movie that served alcohol. When I came through the door, I basically spilled everything out, trying to make my words clear in between my cries. They had piercing expressions on that made me regret talking to them. It’s not who I am.” The last year of being with him was the year we had the most fights.

This guy elaborated on hosting parties though, talking himself up to be this amazing hostess with an amazing place, decorations galore and saying it’s “the best party” he’s been to (puhlease..). He could always win my heart again, with just the right words, touches, compliments. The therapist helped me a lot with identifying who I was before I met him, who I was in our relationship, and who I want to be.

He messaged me first, but it wasn’t until about a month after that we decided to be “official”. I suppose he was one of the “popular” guys in school. She gave me insight on meetings and suggested I go to an Al-Anon meeting. I’m not too close with my family, they grew up super Christian and I chose not to be Christian as I grew older. I drove an hour to my family’s house, I had called them previously so they were expecting my visit.