Alcoholism tends to be hereditary, I don't know why. It's an insidious little disease, some people can have a few drinks or loads of drinks and stop but with alcoholism there's no switch off button, you just have to keep going.
I've always made a point of having 3 or 4 nights a week off the juice but since covid, I drink pretty much every night, not always to excess, but I recognise it's something I need to look at.
My first wife became an alcoholic (as was her father) and after 13 years of marriage I had to walk away, I lost everything. She stayed in our house for a couple of years mounting up debts that would make the Greek Government's eyes water and trashing the house in the process, eventually we divorced, unreasonable behaviour on my part apparently, it was during the property price crash so with all that went on all the equity had been wiped out.
I moved back in with me mum (that's interesting when you're nudging 40) and I just cracked on, wasn't interested in women, went down the pub a few nights a week, well, maybe seven but I only used to go out at 10 for the last hour.
I was working like a Polish plumber so after 18 months I scraped together a deposit for a flat and moved into that, mum died two weeks before I moved out, it still haunts me to this day that mum had gotten used to having company again and the thought of being alone again caused her demise.
Anyway, a month or so so later, completely out of the blue I bumped into the ex from hell, she asked me how 'mum' was and I told her she was dead. There were tears and somehow through that we started seeing each other again, she was going to AA and assured me she had given up drinking, one night round her place I had a sip of her 'lemonade' and it was neat ******* vodka. It hurt but having my own place I could walk away.
Bizarrely, she'd by this time spent some time in rehab, and had met some new friends, many of them well known celebrities, a few of whom I spoke to when they phoned and learned I was there having heard about me in the 'meetings', that's the great thing about addiction, there's no class barriers.
After several months, I'd made up my mind to walk away for a second time, I couldn't take all the false starts of 'I've given up drinking' to finding her unconscious on the floor in a pool of vomit.
Before I got the chance to walk away again, she looked me in the eye and said, 'dont ask me why, but I know, 100%, that I will never ever have another drink again'.
I didn't believe her at the time, but that was 29 years ago, we re-married 2 years after that, and apart from the occasional J2O, she's never drunk since. 29 years sober.
When I was diagnosed with angina at 50 (the old man had it at 30), I'd smoked Rothmans all me life before 'progressing' to Marlborough Reds, as old age and chestiness set on, I eventually worked me way down the scale to smoking 'Silk Cut', **** me I was concerned that blokes in pubs would see me smoking 'silk cut' and think I was gay. So, to avoid me becoming a 'man magnet' I started smoking 'Marlborough Lights'. When, for health reasons, it became apparent that I really had to stop smoking immediately. I went out in a blaze of glory with two packs of Marlborough reds.