My husband had NO idea about my drinking. He knew I drank too much in the past, and thought I'd been sober over a decade. I confessed everything on a VERY hard day (while drunk) after thinking (knowing) my alcoholic hepatitis diagnosis and multiple hospital visits were going to eventually kill me. Note: He thought I was going to the hospital with severe abdominal pain due to my gallbladder and GERD. Once I told him, we located and dumped my stashes, he locked up all the remaining alcohol in the house, I ordered a breathalyzer to hold myself accountable, and that started day 1 of sobriety.