I haven't touched a drink since March 15th 2011. I was advised to cut down by the doctor and I guessed I probably wouldn't manage that. So I gave up completely, with the intention of reviewing it after a month. It was damn difficult especially for the first week, but then it got easier. I then set a target of 6 months, then 9, and now 12. The reality is that I probably wont drink again. That sounds really scary to me, but I know in my heart that I will never be able to enjoy one drink without wanting more, and for me taking away the agony of choice is the easier option.
Some of my close friends know the full story. Most people know I don't drink any more, some don't care why. I've had a fair bit of piss taking along the way. But most people either support it or just let it be and move on.
It's the older generation who just don't seem to get it. Over Christmas I was offered wine, to which I refused, then offered wine with cassis (a blackcurrant liquer) in it. My mother knows I haven't drunk for ages. I told her simply no thanks, I don't drink and the look she gave me was fit to kill....
My father in law, who has in the past accused me of being selfish for giving up, asked me if I would consider moving my target date to March 16th and having Christmas Day off.....
Obv I can't have the whole conversation with these people but why can't they just accept I don't drink and stop trying to push it down my neck?
Sorry for ranting
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