r 1<br > Life with a Practicing<br > Alcoholic~Addict<br > THE FANTASY:<br > "ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE"<br > When we were first married， I noticed that my husband often<br > drank what I thought was a little too much. But l wasn t terribly<br > concerned. I was sure the situation would change. My love was<br > going to change it.<br > Someday， it would go something like this:<br > Living room， 6:30 P.M. My husband is having his fourth mar-<br > tini. I m fixing dinner in the kitchen， singing. All is merry.<br > "Dinner s ready， sweetheart."<br > "I ll have one more drink， dearest."<br > "Fine. I ll keep everything warm."<br > An hour later， I come in to him， lovingly. "Hungry yet?"<br > "Not quite. Just one more."<br > And I calmly go to the bar and pour all the liquor down the<br >[ drain. "You don t need another drink. You have me."<br >i He watches in grateful adoration. "Thanks， sweetie， for mak-<br > ing me see the light."<br > He takes his fresh martini and pours it down the drain， then<br > sweeps me into his arms and carries me to the bedroom， where<br > we make passionate love. He never touches alcohol again.<br > This is not your situation? How about the following?<br > fr~A~ne morn!ng. A daughter， seventeen， who s graduating<br > ，~u scnooj today is at the bathroom do r<br > n~other a " o. She sees her<br > ，，Reaa t the mealcine chest with a bottle of pills.<br > ~y， lVaom?，，<br >