To the Man Who Gets Drunk and Abuses Women

You were okay…

Until you touched alcohol.

Then you became the devil.

Not just angry. Not just mean.

Evil.

Alcohol doesn’t turn everyone into a monster. But for some, it unleashes the very worst of them. The buried rage. The twisted need for control. The loathing they carry for themselves and others—especially women.

I’ve seen it. I’ve felt it. I’ve flinched at the slammed doors, the broken glasses, the unpredictable explosions. One moment, laughter. The next, war.

For some men, alcohol is the spark that ignites years of entitlement, resentment, and power hunger. It gives them permission to say the unforgivable, do the unthinkable, and then later blame the bottle.

But alcohol isn’t the excuse. It’s the key that opens a locked door they already had inside them.

Let’s stop pretending alcohol is harmless.

Let’s stop shrugging off drunk violence like it’s “just something that happens.”

Let’s stop forgiving men just because they were “off their heads.”

Because while he’s sleeping it off, she’s lying awake, heart racing, wondering if it’ll be worse next time. And the kids? They learn fast how to read his face, how to disappear, how to survive.

To the man who drinks and then destroys:

You weren’t a good man who became bad when drunk.

You were dangerous all along—alcohol just showed the world.

If this hits close to home—whether you’re the partner, the child, or the friend of someone like this—please know this:

You are not imagining it.

It is not your fault.

And you deserve peace.

Alcohol doesn’t make men abusers. But it sure as hell lets the abuser in them roam free.