Day 8 on antabuse. All was ok. My son had early tennis tonight (a make up for a rain out earlier in the week). The original plan was that my in-laws were going to come over to wish me a happy birthday and have some pizza with us, but that got cancelled as my father in law had to go into the hospital.
I went to get pick up food for my son since he had to go to tennis by 6. We have this wonderful little greek place that does mostly take out with a few tables inside and a few out for those who stay. Usually you don't see to much alcohol there. However, tonight it seemed every table had drinks. Beer in frosty mugs, lovely glasses of red and white greek wine. This was my difficult time of day, and watching people enjoy their drinks, sitting outside on a balmy early evening was REALLY hard. If I were not on the antabuse I would have caved for sure. Instead, I got myself a soda while waiting and dealt with it.
Came home, and hubby arrived from work. He suggested we visit his father in law while my son was at tennis, so we did. Leaving the hospital, we decided to get dinner prior to getting my son from tennis. This is where it really got hard. I had (somewhat reluctantly) told my husband about my decision to take Antabuse. His first reaction had been skeptical. After the first couple days, he said he was proud of me. Tonight he asked me..
Him: You seem quiet, are u ok? (I think he questioned if I had drank...not sure)
Me: I am fine, just a little tired.
Him: What are u so tired about? (I think this was a dig...he thinks I am not working hard enough at my new business)
Me: I don't know...just tired
Him: So...how is the medicine going?
Me:...well...good...I haven't had anything to drink.
Him: well, I guess that is good...I hope it works.
Me: well, me too.
Him: So...this med. does nothing to you?
Me: unless I drink
Him: So...even though it doesn't effect you...you don't drink? (I think this was more like...so, you really don't need to drink...it isn't really a problem, you just choose to anyway)
quiet...
Him: so...how long are u going to take it?
Me: I don't know...I guess at least until I don't feel like I want to drink anymore.
Him: well, I hope it works.
Me: well, me too...why else do you think I would be taking it? (a bit annoyed now)
Him: Well, you don't know what it is like living with you.
Me: uh..yes...I do, I live with me 24/7
Him: It is different for me being the one married to you.
Me: Believe me, I would be happy to change places (annoyed)
Him: what does that mean?
Me: I didn't choose this problem, you can gladly have it
Him:That makes no sense
Me: you know, when this med came in the mail, you didn't even think I should take it...actually you said I was crazy to take it.
Him: well, I just think it isn't the way to go about it.
Me: I don't see anyother way...and it is working, so I guess I did the right thing.
Him: well, we will see I guess
Me: I just wish you could be a little encouraging, I think I am doing really well.
Him: well, it has only been a week.
After that, I said nothing. Just sat quiet.
Him: what are u thinking about?
Me: nothing..just ready to go home.
Re-reading this, what he said does not sound so bad. But the truth is, he just cannot say...wow...8 days...that is great...this was a big decision. Nothing. He can be negative...if not what he says, how he says it. And I am sensitive. Actually, the conversation we had was a MAJOR drinking trigger for me, something I need to consider. The further into the conversation we got, the more I wished I was able to get completely drunk. That is the truth. I felt anger rising in me about his judgemental ways...always had to be right. He always starts with the negative. Does it to my kids all the tiime (i.e., rather than...could you please clean your room? It is...you guys are such slobs!) I tell him all the time...it isn't what he says, but his delivery that I have problems with. I guess that is true when he talks to me as well. And BOY did it make me want to drink.
This is long. I guess the bottom line is...here comes the roller coaster ride of emotions I was afraid of. UGH. AT least I am AF and will finish day 8 that way.
Thanks for listening guys!
Love,
Beth
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