When you live with an alcoholic, it’s like being in prison.
You can’t have friends over, you never know when  your alcoholic will ruin a get together.
You can’t go out, you never know when they will drink too much and either leave you stranded, cause a scene or even cause the loss of a friendship.
You can’t rely on anything they say because they might be drunk and will claim not to remember if it was a promise made.
You can’t have a serious discussion because you never know if the alcoholic will remember or not.
You can’t have a vacation, you can’t have a different opinion without getting shouted down and you can’t plan a future.
I’m so happy I escaped from that prison.