AITA for finally snapping at my wife about my drinking?

Marriage isn’t always about grand gestures—it’s often about the small battles that slowly chip away at peace. For me, it’s not money, not chores, not even kids—it’s beer. Just two or three bottles a week. My wife, however, sees every sip as a threat, a reminder of her painful childhood with an alcoholic mother. I’ve bent, compromised, and even quit for years at a time. But recently, the constant accusations, the passive-aggressive silence, and the guilt-tripping finally pushed me to my breaking point.

A Marriage Caught Between Love and Trauma

The “Two-Beer” Problem

Passive-Aggression and Silent Wars

Quitting For Love — But At What Cost?

The Breaking Point

Am I the Villain Here?

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At the end of the day, I know my wife’s trauma runs deep, and I love her enough to make sacrifices. But does loving someone mean erasing every part of yourself that triggers their past? I don’t see myself as an alcoholic, yet in her eyes, every sip brands me as one. Maybe I was too harsh when I snapped, or maybe it was overdue after years of quiet resentment. All I know is this: I never wanted alcohol to come between us, but now it feels like it’s not the beer tearing us apart—it’s the shadow of her past that neither of us can escape.