"I loved the alcoholic, but I had to learn to love myself more!"–Grace W. Wroldson. I loved him. I loved the alcoholic. I loved him as much as I possibly could. I loved him 100 ways that didn’t work. To my dismay, my love couldn’t cure the active disease of alcoholism that was destroying him. I thought my love was helping him for a time. After a while, my love stopped helping and started hurting us both.
