I haven't been posting because I've been drinking. It started with a major, major trigger... my long distance girlfriend had a really bad day, drank, and fooled around with her ex-girlfriend.
Couple of things. First, what happened is no excuse for my choice to drink, and I get that. Second, my girlfriend and I have an extremely healthy and satisfying relationship--this is never something either of us thought we would be dealing with. Also, I think it's pertinent to mention that I started drinking in the first place when my ex-partner had an affair.
Anyway, my gf got completely wasted (and she is not a drinker) and made a really horrible choice. It was like a switch got flipped inside me. I know I should have posted or done ANYTHING other than drink. The urge, though, was completely overwhelming, and I gave in.
This was not a slip. This was an all-out bender. I tried to control it, and obviously, I couldn't. I missed work last Tuesday and Wednesday. By Sunday, I was AF. I resisted the urge to drink again all day--even when folks were drinking at a family (well, the ex's family, but they still count) bbq. My sobriety was my top priority.
Then... that night happened. Long story short, my gf broke boundaries that I had set after the cheating incident. It was kind of a freak situation, since she went to her ex-girlfriend's house for a legitimate reason and was attacked (and injured) by the neighbor's dog, but the fact remains that she stayed on the sofa there overnight because she couldn't drive an hour home with her injury. Nothing happened, but knowing she was there sent me reeling.
I drank again yesterday. And I was extremely shaky and panicky this morning. I drank a beer this morning because I felt like I had to in order to prevent alcohol withdrawals. By the time I got off work, I was shaky and feeling withdrawal symptoms again. I drank one beer and I feel... not ok, but not like I need to check into the hospital. I guess I'm on a damn taper, again. I'm sorry for my language, but I am really sick of this.
I'm tired of what I keep doing to myself. I'm really seriously considering meds, but I'm broke. I could go back to AA, but I really don't like many people and attitudes in our local AA community. Also, much of AA teachings tick me off. If I enter a rehab, I will definitely lose my job and probably future career options. Plus, I have to work to pay the bills.
I'm sorry to be such a downer, but I feel at the end of my rope. Not suicidal or anything--don't worry-- but I just feel so angry at myself and so freaking tired of this roller-coaster. I know it takes a lot of quits for some people to make it stick. I guess I could really, really use some positive support right now. I feel like I need reassurance that if I keep quitting, and if I keep tweaking my strategies, eventually I will make this happen. Beating AL is one of the very hardest things I've ever tried to do.
I'm sorry to let everybody down. This stinks.
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