It's more than 6 cans of Tennents Extra a day. Doable in terms of volume, but one of my exes, a stockily built man, was both completely dependent and paralytic 24 hours a day on less than that. If she'd been doing that much, not only would she have been bright yellow and have cirrhosis already (as he did), SB would have been in care/with his father or grandparents for his own safety. It was an absolutely bloody waste, as he was relatively intelligent and was kind when sober, but turned into an abusive, controlling prick with the sole intention of making sure he had unlimited access to the woman juice. He did two stints in hospital detox, as he had already sustained brain damage (on scan) from unscheduled withdrawals and one residential rehab for 12 weeks - by the time I'd finally extricated myself from the pathetic Woe is MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE and his ability to make me feel as though I was kicking a puppy after a couple of years, he'd managed to;-What she calls creativity just sounds like mania.
200 units a week is the equivalent of 14 cans of lager a day or about 2.5 litres of wine.
Make himself homeless, as he gave notice on his flat, thinking it would force me to let him move in
Put a 94 year old man in hospital from driving aggressively towards him at speed, so the poor man fell over when trying to get across the road
Alienate family permanently
Practically put me under house arrest because I was apparently going to pick up men if I left the house to buy milk
Steal, steal, steal
Pass out when babysitting his sister's kids when she was at a hospital appointment, leaving a 3 and 4 year old in charge of a baby
Get me fired from work
Steal my prescription pain so I had nothing for six months until the expected period had elapsed
Lose his licence (that he shouldn't have had anyway)
Threaten to throw me out of a moving vehicle when I realised he'd been drinking
Written off three cars
Rape me in my sleep, probably on multiple occasions
Smash or sell anything I had that was nice
Hassle me constantly
Break into my new house that I moved to precisely because I didn't want him around
Pretend to attempt suicide in front of me when ostensibly collecting the last of his stuff - I caught him rehearsing the scene I'd find coming down the stairs because he didn't hear me. The plan was I'd see the attempt and stop it in panic, there would be tears, he'd get to move in - I picked him up and threw him out, telling him he wasn't going to ruin my new carpet
And I daresay his 'story' is that the big bad ex bullied him, made him homeless and was out every day picking up strange men.
There's no way a week of cleaning would have resulted in a symptom free abstinence on 200 units a week. It would have resulted in an emergency hospital admission.