They talk about the alcoholic having to "hit bottom" before he is willing to find help. Ironically, I also found this to be true for anyone in an alcoholic relationship. My bottom came when I was lying alone in bed one night -- throwing up in a cooking pot, raging with fever. I attempted to call my husband for help, but he hung up on me and then, turned off his phone. 10:00 rolled around. I thought I was dying. Oh, when would he get home? Even if he were drunk, he could still help me. 11:00. 12:00. Still no one. I finally gave up waiting and called my parents, who lived about an hour and a...