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We were supposed to go to his parents’ mountain house for a long weekend.When I arrived at his apartment, I saw him passed out on his couch, through the window.
He left to go to the bathroom and was gone for a while.Shaking and sobbing, I woke him up and told him we were over.That night, I went to my parents’ house and finally told them everything. He often made plans with me, but alcohol would get in the way. I gripped his shirt and he gave me a kiss on the forehead.At the time, I thought I was the force that drove him to drink. Aside from his alcoholism, he was a man I pictured myself being with for the long haul.He wasn’t drinking because of me; he was drinking because he had a serious disease. I was calling him non-stop during my three-hour drive to visit him.