Trying to save an alcoholic is a draining exercise. It drains you emotionally and financially until you wake up 1 morning to find your project passed out in a puddle of puke. Then you realize that all your effort has been for nothing. Sorry? Of course, they are always sorry. But, at some point, sorry don't mean $hit anymore.
Somebody once told me that living with an alcoholic was like living with a time-bomb, 'cause it was always ticking and just a matter of time before it went boom. I decided that, when it comes to drunks (unlike Gods forbid, the drunk is my child) I'm not going to be the EOD guy ever again.
Jeff
