If you could see...

If you could see the person you become when you've had too much to drink

(and you don't think that you have).  

If you could see that hanging out with you is no longer fun and relaxing.

If you could see how you exhibit so many traits that you normally complain about in other people.

If you could see how you cease to be an intelligent man and instead you become no more appealing
than any other guy with a permanent butt print on a bar stool.  

If you could see how you have trouble standing up...
walking across the room...
pouring yourself another drink...

If you could see that you have no idea when to stop.  That deciding to have a drink means that
you've decided to get fall-down drunk.  

There is no in between.  

If you could see how I go from feeling like a partner to feeling like a parent.  

If you could see how I worry that you'll knock something over, or hurt yourself.

If you could see all the damage that you're doing to your body.  

If you could see that I care about you so much that it hurts me to watch you fall down this path.  

If you could see the excuses I've made for you, including the ones I've made to myself.  

If you could see the years of self esteem building that I have gone through to finally realize that
I'm not obligated to sit there and watch you do this to yourself.

If you could see how much courage I need to muster up in order to tell you "no."  

If you could see how many times I waited until morning to talk to you about this,  
then decided against it because I didn't want to make another unpleasant day.

If you could see that I didn't want to stop watching the show with you tonight, but you are no longer you right now, and I don't enjoy being around this person, so when you come back we can watch the rest.

If you could see all these things, then maybe you'd start to drink more responsibly and less Wisconsinably.  

And maybe you'd stop thinking of me as "hateful."