MOMMY!!! (here we go again)

[TheEnforcer]

It's just gotten old. I don't gte hangovers per se just feel like crap and a it tired.

I've been smart enough to quit drinking and driving like I used to years ago. Now it's time to just quit drinking period.

[Nickatilynx]

Originally Posted by TheEnforcer

It's just gotten old. I don't gte hangovers per se just feel like crap and a it tired.

I've been smart enough to quit drinking and driving like I used to years ago. Now it's time to just quit drinking period.

I believe you posted about 3 mths ago , claiming you were going to quit.

You didn't.

hmmmmmmmmmmmmm

[Dravyk]

Originally Posted by Nickatilynx

I believe you posted about 3 mths ago , claiming you were going to quit.

You didn't.

hmmmmmmmmmmmmm

I believe you posted giving up smoking about the same time, no?

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

[Nickatilynx]

Originally Posted by Dravyk

I believe you posted giving up smoking about the same time, no?

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Yup , failed miserably on that.

Couldn't kick cigs.

Kicked booze and lots of other stuff ;-)))

....but cigs...nope...FUCK!



I see you haven't been able to quit being a dick.

[Dravyk]

Originally Posted by Nickatilynx

Yup , failed miserably on that.

Couldn't kick cigs.

Kicked booze and lots of other stuff ;-)))

....but cigs...nope...FUCK!

I see you haven't been able to quit being a dick.

To quote Team America: World Police ...

Pussies don’t like dicks because pussies get fucked by dicks. But dicks also fuck assholes, assholes that just want to shit on everything. Pussies may think they can deal with assholes their way. But the only thing that can fuck an asshole is a dick, with some balls. The problem with dicks is they fuck too much or fuck when it isn’t appropriate. And it takes a pussy to show them that. But sometimes pussies can be so full of shit that they become assholes themselves, because pussies are an inch and half away from assholes. I don’t know much about this crazy, crazy world, but I do know this: If you don’t let us fuck this asshole, we're going to have our dicks and pussies all covered in shit.

[TheEnforcer]

Originally Posted by Nickatilynx

Yup , failed miserably on that.

Couldn't kick cigs.

Kicked booze and lots of other stuff ;-)))

....but cigs...nope...FUCK!



I see you haven't been able to quit being a dick.

In my opinion cigarettes are the hardest addiction to quit bar none.

[Peaches]

Originally Posted by TheEnforcer

In my opinion cigarettes are the hardest addiction to quit bar none.

Agreed.

[Nickatilynx]

Originally Posted by Peaches

Agreed.

It depends....

crack ,ice and heroin are pretty tough I believe.

Booze is also very underrated as a "tough to quit" drug.

People will always say I'll try and quit smoking and fail , and admit it.

Most people will not try and quit drinking ( they will "drink less" or "only drink wine") because if they realised they could not quit , they would realise they are acholics and that stigma is harder to bear than merely being "a smoker"

[MorganGrayson]

TE...the very second that you wonder if you have a problem...you have a problem. The only way to solve the problem is to quit. "Cutting down" is an illusion. It may work for a few days, a week...then you'll be right back up to where you were, with a lower tolerance and more horror stories.

I don't tell this story very often. Even Nick, my favorite dry person, is hearing it for the first time.

The only thing I've ever lied to my husband about was how much I was drinking. He lifted the bottle of Jack Daniels, looked at the level and said gently "you're drinking too much." I didn't tell him that wasn't the bottle he'd bought. I'd long since drained that one. That was a new bottle. A sin of omission, but in my book, a lie. That scared me. I started drinking the minute he left for work and drank all day. I always drank alone...except, of course, for the two small children in my care. When I finally stopped cold, I had the screaming DTs. My skin crawled with imaginary spiders. It was unpleasant. I didn't touch alchohol again for almost 20 years. I can have the occasional drink now, because I have a built-in failsafe mechanism. I'm on so damned much medication that if I mix liquor with it...I'll die. I seem to be able to tolerate a maguerita every once in a while, a glass of white wine or half a bottle of Dos Equis, always with a meal.

My father was a nice, quiet drunk. I'm Irish American, so I come from a long line of drunks. We never had a sober family gathering. I didn't expect to be one of them. But...I was.

[Nickatilynx]

Originally Posted by MorganGrayson

TE...the very second that you wonder if you have a problem...you have a problem. The only way to solve the problem is to quit. "Cutting down" is an illusion. It may work for a few days, a week...then you'll be right back up to where you were, with a lower tolerance and more horror stories.

I don't tell this story very often. Even Nick, my favorite dry person, is hearing it for the first time.

The only thing I've ever lied to my husband about was how much I was drinking. He lifted the bottle of Jack Daniels, looked at the level and said gently "you're drinking too much." I didn't tell him that wasn't the bottle he'd bought. I'd long since drained that one. That was a new bottle. A sin of omission, but in my book, a lie. That scared me. I started drinking the minute he left for work and drank all day. I always drank alone...except, of course, for the two small children in my care. When I finally stopped cold, I had the screaming DTs. My skin crawled with imaginary spiders. It was unpleasant. I didn't touch alchohol again for almost 20 years. I can have the occasional drink now, because I have a built-in failsafe mechanism. I'm on so damned much medication that if I mix liquor with it...I'll die. I seem to be able to tolerate a maguerita every once in a while, a glass of white wine or half a bottle of Dos Equis, always with a meal.

My father was a nice, quiet drunk. I'm Irish American, so I come from a long line of drunks. We never had a sober family gathering. I didn't expect to be one of them. But...I was.

I quit drinking for 8 years.

I then thought a few years ago that I could go back to drinking.

Oppppps lol

I am not a quiet drunk. When I drink it tends to leads to ummm errrr "adventures"

[MorganGrayson]

Originally Posted by Nickatilynx

I am not a quiet drunk. When I drink it tends to leads to ummm errrr "adventures"

Ahhh...memories.

I hold the North American Land Record for both quitting and getting fired...from the same damned place.
Always late at night, Pacific time. Why? Because one of us was always plowed and the other was in the same condition, only because of working to exhaustion. I couldn't walk away from the damned computer, and when you're that tired you have the same short fuse, paranoia and in general insanity that you do when you're drunk. Sparks flew, words were exchanged (we both know a lot of words and have absolutely NO hesitation about vocalizing them) and I ended up unemployed...again. Time would pass, tempers would cool...and we'd go 'round again. And again. And again.

He's sober.
I'm really difficult to find online past 6PM.

We grow, we learn.


TE...you're welcome. I only had to stare at that post for five minutes before hitting "submit reply."

[TheEnforcer]

Originally Posted by MorganGrayson

TE...the very second that you wonder if you have a problem...you have a problem. The only way to solve the problem is to quit. "Cutting down" is an illusion. It may work for a few days, a week...then you'll be right back up to where you were, with a lower tolerance and more horror stories.

I don't tell this story very often. Even Nick, my favorite dry person, is hearing it for the first time.

The only thing I've ever lied to my husband about was how much I was drinking. He lifted the bottle of Jack Daniels, looked at the level and said gently "you're drinking too much." I didn't tell him that wasn't the bottle he'd bought. I'd long since drained that one. That was a new bottle. A sin of omission, but in my book, a lie. That scared me. I started drinking the minute he left for work and drank all day. I always drank alone...except, of course, for the two small children in my care. When I finally stopped cold, I had the screaming DTs. My skin crawled with imaginary spiders. It was unpleasant. I didn't touch alchohol again for almost 20 years. I can have the occasional drink now, because I have a built-in failsafe mechanism. I'm on so damned much medication that if I mix liquor with it...I'll die. I seem to be able to tolerate a maguerita every once in a while, a glass of white wine or half a bottle of Dos Equis, always with a meal.

My father was a nice, quiet drunk. I'm Irish American, so I come from a long line of drunks. We never had a sober family gathering. I didn't expect to be one of them. But...I was.

Thanks for sharing that Morgan. Much appreciated.

[TheEnforcer]

Originally Posted by Nickatilynx

I believe you posted about 3 mths ago , claiming you were going to quit.

You didn't.

hmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Very true.....