Forgive me for not mentioning you by name, but I try to judge each diary and post on the content and not by the author, so I intentionally ignore authors.
Every chronicle of your struggles and successes rekindle some gut-wrenching moments from my adolesence. My mother was an alcholic for almost forty years. My first awareness of this dates from about eighth grade.
So when the going gets tough, let me tell you what you're sparing your children.
You're sparing your children the burden of guilt. The guilt of "if only". If only I had gotten better grades, Mom wouldn't drink. If only I had won that race, Mom wouldn't drink. If only I helped around the house more, Mom wouldn't drink. If only I got along better with my brother, Mom wouldn't drink - and many other "if onlys" that your kids will dream up.
You're sparing your children the burden of searching the house for the hidden bottles - under sinks, behind the drapes, behind the clothes in the closet, in the tall boots, in the washer, behind the lawnmower - and, of course, we never found them all.
You're sparing your children from trying to hide the car keys and deny you access to cash. To this day, I'll open a book and a $20 bill will fall out or a car key will be taped inside the back cover. (BTW I'm 55)
I know it's a struggle. When it gets difficult, I hope these experiences will help you resist. Good luck and God Bless.