Bottles down the drain...He save me

I sat down with him today...
He told me " you have to stop...you have to...it your weakness...it's taking you over every night and then you show it vulnerability. I hate to see you this way...please Just stop and think about it...babe the more you give in, the more power you give it to take over you.
Then he was gone.
I sit here just looking at this substance...memories of how good it felt...running through my veins, putting me in a place where I thought all stress would be gone...no it leaves me in a state of bitterness, sadness, anger...just a pit full of sadness and regret.
Hes right I need to stop because the further i go the more power I give to them...my demons...the ones who I can keep at bay when I let positivity intervene for a while. While still in my mind...silent building of the negativity thats just scratching, clawing, screaming for me to let it out and I give into it with the poision I choose of each and every night. This addiction the weights hazard sign that I use as an escape every once an while...it's not worth loosing the love of my life....its just not worth loosing him.
Next day here we are again except this time he's helping me to clean up the mess that puts me deeper into my own pain and tears...as I watch him take bottle by bottle pouring it down the drain the more I feel the chains loosen and finally set me free of this addiction.
It's all done...goodbye.
Night one...no drink, no pain, no tears...just me and him, holding hands, laying with each other, deep talk and sweet long kisses is how our happiness starts to begin