MOMMY!!! (here we go again)

[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."