My husband had been doing good with trying to stay sober for about a year until the other night. I came home from work and he was shit face drunk. He broke a glass of his beverage in my daughter's playroom. He stammered to clean it up and as he was ge began to scream at me in front of our three year old. I told him to leave go walk it off. Fast forward.. midnight I get a call from the police. They took my husband to the E.R. and they found him unconscious on the side of the road. Morning comes and I have to pick him up at the E.R. cluster F#@#@! The past four days have been about finding a program.. It's crazy. I am just lost.. Between him and my job of working with kids with high needs I am exhausted. I feel like I am never without stress. I feel numb not knowing what to do... I am just stuck with no refuge..