I wasn't married, but it was on the list. We were together for over 3years. She had baggage when we met to say the least, but I truly loved her etc. She was the worst benge drinker I had ever seen. I talked to her about it and she admitted she had a problem and she "worked on it.". Half ass managing isn't a solution i knew it and she knew it. I have no problem having half a beer or not drinking, but if she had a sip she was headed for blackout. It got better and it got worse, just up and down. Her real issue was untreated depression that she refused help for. Well her problem progressed and became my problem when I started noticing my adderall missing. I don't take them everyday so it took a while to notice. I didn't want to accuse her because someone else could have taken it... Untill she droped her purse and damn near a month worth of empty capsules fell out. Turned out they were her "drinking aide.". Well I still tried to work it out and help her until she truly became emotionally abusive. I felt emotionally gutted by the time my head hit the pillow every night. One day I woke up with a huge smile on my face because right that minute I decided I had been through enough. It was hard and god I wish I could have been enough to convince her to stop, but that is on her.