Selfish, yea, maybe.

Yesterday you asked me what I thought you should do.  When I told you, again, to stop drinking you told me you didn't want to. I get it, is been an escape for you, for decades, to avoid dealing with things you don't want to, to avoid the memories that eat at you; but I also heard that you, my love, are finally at a point when you might be able to defeat that monster. You understood that I couldn't talk to you about the risk you put your child in (even though you'd never have done it sober), because you were so far gone in the sauce. You asked me what I wanted you to do; humble yourself a touch, stop drinking, and continue to own up to your mistakes. I've been seeing you do it for weeks now, and every step you take makes me proud to know you. I don't expect you to change the core you- is the man I love- but showing that you're learning; my Otsoa, that's fucking hot as hell..