When you love an alcoholic, the hardest question isn’t “How do I make them stop?” It’s “Do I stay, or do I leave?” I asked myself that question for years. Every time he promised it would be different. Every time he poured a drink and swore it was his last. Every time I convinced myself love could be enough. And I stayed — not because I was weak, but because I didn’t know I was allowed to leave. Because I thought leaving meant giving up. Because I thought walking away meant I didn’t love him enou