For years I watched the man I married disappear before my eyes.
James was once a loving husband, a devoted father, and a gifted mechanic who dreamed of opening his own garage. But after his friends introduced him to evening drinking, a habit became a chain.At first it was harmless “just a couple of bottles after work.”
But weekends turned into daily binges. Soon he was spending more on alcohol than on food for our two children.The first time he sold something from our home, it was our blender.
Then went the television.Later, he sold his tool kit the very tools he used to earn a living.
Every time I protested, he promised,To read more click here
