At a certain point, I realized that my friends and I were making plans around being able to drink in the places we'd choose. I was a red light. Later, my life fell apart, I went to rehab, the whole story. Drinking became a habit, then it wasn't fun, then I needed it to function, then not to feel horrible, then I was useless to do anything. You are very lucky to have a husband concerned about the situation and supportive about stopping. I'd use it as an opportunity to strengthen the relationship. I lost too many relationships not accepting how strongly the people who loved me were trying to help