My dad learned to drink in World War II. He left a young boy and in the combat of Germany and the Pacific Islands he became a man.
After the war he taught, and while I don’t recall him drinking on school nights, when he drank, he drank hard. Each year he would give up the sauce for a month, just to prove he could do it. It was always February, the shortest month.
May you get through the hard times as lightly as possible. Sometimes that’s were change starts.