This could be moany and not too PTSDy but it's really knocked me for six :( I have a friend that I've been helping with his alcohol problems (I know a fair bit about it from personal experience, I'm over 2 years sober :) So my friend is doing well. He's a month in and the change in him is remarkable, but he's hit what I call 'the social wall'. Now he has some mobility back, he's been visiting the pub for a lemonade to catch up with the local gossip. I was so proud of him for sticking to his guns in the face of so many drinkers (and so called friends) that find it amusing to say very counter-productive things to him; like challenging his resolve or ridiculing him for being a sober looser. It takes a lot of time and patience to talk though things with him as he has special needs. He's recently shown interest in having the occasional shandy. Alarm bells from me ! We talked it through and agreed that it probably wasn't a good idea. Today is his birthday. He's bought a bottle of beer to have a birthday shandy. I have a meltdown and tell him that I don't want to go if he's drinking. And this is what's killing me.. he chose a birthday drink over his best friend :( Now I'm questioning my actions and motives.