He pops open another beer, I think it's his eighth tonight. I secretly cry when think about what his liver must look like. This man, my husband, the man I am supposed to spend the rest of my life with is wasting his by drinking. I feel robbed of what a marriage is supposed to be. I am scared each day that day will be his last because the alcohol has taken over his liver. He says he wants to quit but every attempt has failed. I pray so hard for an answer, but he continues to drink. I love this man with all of my heart but I never wanted to be married to a chronic drinker. What can I do for him? He is stubborn and just won't stop. I cannot leave him. That is not an option. I'm trapped but want so badly to help him while I also want a better life for myself...