This is what I had to do with someone I’ve been with for ten years. Let me just say...Alcohol sucks ass.😒

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This is what I had to do with someone I’ve been with for ten years. Let me just say...Alcohol sucks ass.😒
Alcohol is a perfect solvent: it dissolves Marriages, family’s and careers. Today it ended my marriage, my family, and my sanity.
I hate alcohol.
Day 1 - Again
Here I am... starting down the road to sobriety, yet again. In my research of other people’s paths to sobriety I have learned that it is common to have some false starts in the beginning. Still, it is frustrating. But I am going to try again and not consider it a step back. It is just another step towards a better future. I truly hope I never have to write a post titled Day 1, ever again...
I sort of chose today as a good starting point because of the date. August 4th. 8/4. 84 has always been a lucky number for me, or any combination of the two numbers (88, 844, etc.). Of course, now the little evil Drinking Voice in my head is saying Hey, August 8th is only 4 days away, 8/8, that’s a good number too! But NO! My I-want-to-stop-drinking-voice is going to have to override him today. I do not want to drink for another 4 days... I want to stop, now.
Of course, I had to choose a night when my son is with his father to stop. Those nights are always tough for me... I get home from work and have the entire, lonely evening ahead of me. Of course, it is not like those are the only nights when I drink. Those are just the nights I start extra early. The other nights, when my son is home, I have wine to cope with the stress of parenting a 5 year old. So, there is always an excuse. The excuses have to stop.
So tonight, I will not drink. I am posting on this Blog, and then I am going to take my Seltzer and go to bed. I am sure it would be more productive and healthy to go to a Yoga class, or take a walk, or something. Hey, I could clean my house, given that it is a mess... but no, I am going to go to bed and read about people getting sober and hopefully fall asleep early. That is how I am going to deal with Day 1. Whatever works, right?
Looking forward to waking up clear-headed and well rested tomorrow... see you then!
My story
My story started from the moment I could really take in what was going on. I didn’t realize how bad it was until I was a bit older, I do remember always crying when my mum and dad went to the pub, I remember my older sister always having to sort them out and be the parent of the house. When I got into my teens and started secondary school, I had a very hard time. I always used to be tired due to being kept awake all night, I was depressed and had numerous counselling sessions which didn’t help me at all.
All through my teenage years, my eyes have been opened up to all the stuff that was going on. Most of the time, I can deal with it. On occasions, when my mum is so drunk that she injures herself or ends up in hospital again, that is when I can’t deal with it.
For most people, they will look at an alcoholic parent and think that they are a rubbish parent, or an alcoholic and think that they don’t care about themselves and that they are generally a bad person. NO person with an alcohol problem is bad, they just so happened to get lost in life and turned to alcohol. Like many of us who do get lost in life. Half of them don’t even want to drink anymore, but for some it’s gotten to a point where it would be more dangerous to stop.
So next time someone says that their mother or father are bad people, or that anyone who drinks is a bad person. Think about what they might have gone through in order to get to that point. Think about how horrible and rubbish they must feel, knowing that they have made your life hell and that you think they are a bad person for that.
All I know, is that my mum does not want to do this. She thinks she is a bad mother. But she is not, if it wasn’t for her, I wouldn’t be here and I wouldn’t be the person I am today. Your parents do love you, even if they don’t show it sometimes. They just need someone to show them that they are there, it is a lot of pressure for a young person. But no one else will do it because they don’t know what to do, and some will automatically assume that your parent/parents are bad people because they didn’t do what normal parents would do.
I couldn’t ask or want for better parents, couldn’t live without them.
Don’t forget that there are people out there who want to help you, you just need to reach out and talk to someone.
Life with alcoholic parents. New Blog!
Thought I would start a blog where people who have experienced this can share their experience and their stories. It’s going to hopefully be a place where people of all ages can come for support and someone to talk to. It’s a matter, that i hold close to my heart and I think that people don’t have enough support on this.
Sometimes I wish I enjoyed alcohol. It’s cheap and accessible compared to my actual drug of choice.