Well, not as well as I had hoped
I had 2 beers, only because my hubby had beer in the house. (He drinks like 6 beers a year) Normally I'd stop on the way home and get a bottle of wine, so, I felt good that I was able to skip that, but bad that I was lured in by the siren song of the beer, but I feel a little better that I only had two. Follow all that? LOL! What's getting me is the thought of NEVER DRINKING EVER AGAIN. I have to admit it, I like drinking.
I started drinking when I was 16, just here and there, then more when I was 18 (legal age at the time - I grew up in Wisconsin where everyone drinks) and then married my HS sweetheart who turned into an ugly drunk/drug abuser and all that goes with that. 22 years later, I left (takes me a while to get the drift). Then my drinking was only moderate.
Then I met and married the love of my life and he died 24 days later. That started a huge downward spiral and I was drunk every night. I essentially became a hermit except for the day job. I remarried 5 years ago and have been able to not drink every night and limit my drinking episode, most times, to a bottle of wine. (Which to me doesn't seem like much to me, but would freak out a normal person) I drink on the sly and for the most part my husband (a cop!) can't tell. I try to have my non-drinking days be the ones when he is home but sometimes the cravings are overwhelming - sooo.... that's why I started on the Baclofen and I have high hopes for it.
Thanks for the kind welcome, everyone, y'all are awesome.
-P.
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