This weekend we had a party and well in my home there is no alcohol due to my weak nature. Anyway. As hubby & I were driving home from Saturday's party we mentioned that we should get some beer for the guys for Sunday. Hubby suggested some small amount. Well here's alcoholic brained me going for some huge amount (there weren't that many guys) but I'd rather be safe than sorry. Didn't want to offend the drinkers if there wasn't enough. Hubby was mortified that I even suggested that amount. Even after I said that the leftovers would be given away the car ride home was a blowout fight that my hubby was pissed I suggested such a huge amount.
Well we talked and it was forgotten. Misunderstanding-he's still nervous about me going back to my ol' ways. Onto my story~Sunday night & hubby was putting the garbage out & he informed me he threw all the left over beer in the garbage (the leftovers would have gone with my parents-but dad's in the hospital).
As soon as he told me he threw them out this weird overwhelming "punch in the stomach" feeling came over me. Like how could you throw them out? Waste them? I didn't even dare ask how many were left. I don't even drink beer! I haven't had a drop of alcohol in months. I didn't crave a drink all weekend but just the thought of wasting them. Weird.
You begin to live your life without it but every once in awhile.....you get that weird feeling out of the blue. I didn't miss it, I didn't crave it, I just didn't want it to go to waste. Like an old left over alcoholic emotion I forgot to get rid of before I started my abs journey. It was creepy.
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