The author's husband was a high-functioning alcoholic, a clinical term that belied drinking Scotch for breakfast. He kept his addiction a secret. Suspecting something was amiss, she became a detective: kissing for the sake of sniffing, discovering trash bags full of empties, flasks in his briefcase and eventually over $60,000 in credit card debt. Her pleas to get help were ignored, her support and encouragement spurned. Each day brought fresh worries-will he get fired, get into a car crash, get killed? Their lives were spiraling out of control forcing her into a front row seat to rock bottom. Then, a devastating diagnosis. McGloin's story will resonate deeply with partners and loved ones who find themselves dragged down into a scary, out-of-control underworld-addiction, adultery, gambling, financial infidelity-and wondering: What happened to my life?