The drinking is not the hole. It is what he pours into it.
You watched him try the 30-day inpatient. You sat through the family interventions. You paid for two therapists who both quit. You read every book on adult-child addiction. None of it filled the thing he won't name.
The hole was there before the drinking. It was there in vacation Bible school when he asked you what 'perish' meant. It was there in the toast he gave at his wedding with three Bible verses. The thing every man you've loved has had. The thing he does not have a name for. Beer doesn't fill it. Work doesn't fill it. He could pour a reservoir in and it would not fill.
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30-day inpatient — bought you 4 months
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Two therapists — both stopped
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Family intervention × 2
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Sixteen years of 'I have it under control'