I'm posting in this group because i am curious to know about any experience with rehab you folks have had.  My husband's drinking has accelerated and taken over our daily lives.  Tonight he told me it's the only thing that makes him happy (insert broken heart).  I have hired a professional to help me put together an intervention with the hopes of convincing him Rehab is the way.  The most difficult task on this path to the intervention is dealing with his workplace.  He is upper management in a company where he started in April of this year so he is not eligable for FMLA.  He just received a bonus and glowing employee review this month.  The company is not tiny but also not so large that his name won't be recognized by the HR director who just happened to be the one we negotiated his hiring package with just 8 months ago.  I'm torn how to approach the job part of the intervention.  I have a rehab selected and a bed with his name on it and transportation to get him there, just still not confident how to deal with his job.  suggestions?

Additionally I am meeting with an attorney next week to discuss my rights as the mother of his children and what legal seperation would look like should he not go to rehab.  I have been gathering evidence of marijuana hidden in his closet, cases of beer stashed under the back seat of his work truck, photos of him passed out at parties, witnesses from his company xmas party who had to assist me in getting him into the car as he told me to fuck off.

Just this week I have found 2-12 packs of beer and the empty cans in recycle, a vodka bottled hidden that was 3/4 way full on Monday and not has 1 ounce left, beer hidden in his work truck.  He went out with the guys after work tonight and had to be brought home by someone else, then went to a party where he proceeded to pass out on their couch.  Last week was his company party where he thought it was a great occassion to get stoned out of his mind and pound a couple beers before our Uber arrived.  At the company party he left me the entire evening and proceeded to have people buy him drinks which is when he began telling me to fuck off in front of his co-workers and I finally had to request someone to assist me in getting him into the elevator to the car.  He passed out in the back seat and I left his ass in the car to freeze!  At some point he came in pounding up the stairs and proceeded to run the bathtub for 30 minutes while he let water out and filled it up again.  This kept me awake with concern and fear that he was going to drown or on purpose harm himself.  When I went to check on him he looked up at me as if he was looking through me....it broke my heart. The weekend prior he got ripped stoned before attending our children's holiday party at school. 

Those of you reading this who are addicts please consider the pain your addiction not only brings you but the pain it brings all the people in your life who love you.  I wish love could fix my husband.  Lord knows under my resentment, pain and sadness there sits a pile of love bigger than any of the piles of shit it's buried under.