🥃Alcoholics Destroy Families – And I’m Done Pretending Otherwise”

Let’s just say it:

Alcoholics destroy families.

Not all at once — but piece by piece.

They drink the trust dry.

They pour chaos into every conversation.

They turn homes into battlegrounds and kids into therapists.

And if you’ve ever loved one, lived with one, or tried to reason with one, you’ll know this truth:

You don’t just watch someone spiral — they take you down with them.

I hate what alcoholism turns people into.

Not because I think I’m better than them — but because I’ve watched it destroy people I loved.

I’ve been:

• Lied to
• Blamed
• Manipulated
• Gaslit
  All in the name of “just one more.”

I’ve stood in kitchens where bottles were hidden behind cereal boxes.

I’ve smiled through tears at parties so no one would know the damage being done at home.

I’ve carried the weight of someone else’s drinking while pretending it was normal.

It’s not.

Alcoholics don’t just drink.

They steal:

• Your peace
• Your sleep
• Your stability
• Your hope
• Your childhood, your relationship, your future

They make everything about their needs — and nothing about yours.

And if you dare point it out? You become the enemy.

You’re “too uptight.”

You’re “not fun anymore.”

You’re the “problem.”

No.

You’re just sober enough to see clearly.

I don’t hate people.

I hate the addiction that hijacks them.

I hate the damage they cause and never clean up.

I hate the way everyone walks on eggshells while the drinker walks around like they’re the victim.

I hate what I had to become just to survive it.

To anyone stuck in this hell:

If you’re:

• Constantly covering for them
• Cleaning up the mess
• Explaining away the bruises — physical or emotional
• Feeling like your sanity is slipping

Let me say this loud:

You are not the broken one.

They are not your responsibility.

And you have every right to leave — or stop loving them — if it means saving yourself.

Final truth?

Alcoholics destroy families.

And the world needs to stop sugarcoating it.

Some recover. Some don’t.

Some take you down with them. Some you have to leave behind.

And while that sounds harsh, it’s the only truth that ever set me free.