I was going to post this last night but never got around to it, why? Umm giving into the the disease I guess is one way of putting it.
I drank last night, knew I was going to, kept walking past the wine aisle in Asda last night, but if I'm honest the only reason I didn't give in earlier was because I'd promised to take my son to Asda.
So the question is why, I knew how I'd feel, I knew how I'd react after having one glass and was I proved wrong? No of course I wasn't, even before I left the wine aisle I was caught in my previous ways, buying a bottle to share with hubs and a spare for myself. Then I had to try and hide the fact I was buying two bottles from my son (little daughter ratted on me last time I bought more than one bottle) so there I was hiding the second bottle under cat blankets I'd bought, had to pay for them seperately and "lose" one of the receipt, etc etc.
Then it comes to the actual drinking filling my glass with the legit wine whilst stealing swigs from the illegal one upstairs, enjoying the second bottle when hubs decided he was coming to bed early, straight away I felt my anger flare up, anger at not being able to finish the second bottle in peace. So I fled downstairs as soon as he was in the bathroom and hid my spare, made an excuse for going downstairs again and proceeded to chug more than half a bottle down in the space of a few minutes.
Now for the stupid part, I was downing it like crazy, my stomach was protesting but my mind was telling me "Yeah it's fine, you might throw up but so what it wouldn't be the first time that has happened will it? You'll have drank me won't you" I could literally hear my mind and knew it was madness but still I went ahead and finished it off, tried hard not to throw it up again and went to bed where I ate cheese and crackers and finished a legal wine.
So this morning, although I don't feel hungover I'm having to deal with the after effects of upset stomach etc, retrieving the empty bottle from under the sofa and finding somewhere new to stash it, can't put it in recycling anymore, trying to remember what I spoke to my bestest friend Jeff on IM about, I haven't a clue, don't even remember closing the convesation just hoping that he gave up on his connection problems and called it a night.
Why do I / we do this to ourselves, why do we have so much trouble shaking the disease? We know it could kill us one day, but still we plough headlong into it......
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