Anyway - I just went to check my Facebook page; received a response to one of my "small talk" posts to a woman I barely know, but who's kid is in my kid's class. She's a Mennonite (it's a Christian school) and I'm a non-denominational Christian- not that THAT matters except to say that she is trully in her faith as most others in the school are, and I would be trully into mine if it weren't for the alcholism.
Anyway - everything I post on Facebook is surface material. I responded to her that "mutts are the best kind of dogs" and she "liked" my comment and there it ended.
I used to be in a Bible study group and everyone had issues (financial, kids, siblings) to discuss. I had none. What could I discuss to this kind of group? That I'm an alcoholic? No way. They might pray over me, but my reputation would be severely lowered, and I would just get sympathetic looks... like I really am not one of theirs as they probably thought anyway since I didn't ever say much. Or... since we all lived in the same development that they would heistate to send their kids to our house because of my problem. I have a husband who has a problem too, and the small town we live in is already starting to get that idea as he goes to the local store or borough-run events (he's a Borough Council Member) with the smell of whiskey on his breath. He just got a new job and the smell of booze must have stayed with him during his sleep because the next morning at work his boss told him he smelled booz. REALITY CHECK!
Anyway - don't know where I was going with this except that I'm tired of the surface talks and tired of not being the person I say I am. I'm tired of not having friends live close by who understand me.
I started drinking when I was 15. LOVED it. Snuck Gin from the family I was living with and drank it straight. Food always tasted better with booze. Even to this day my husband and I don't eat dinner with the kids at 6:00. We want that "drunk-on" feeling and then we gorge ourselves when the kids go to bed (and don't remember eating that Taco or Indian Food or Stiryfry - all foods we love)
The girls are getting older... they've seen some scary stuff that at age 7 and 6 (son is 2) they laugh because "Last night Mommy fell asleep on the floor right when we were in the middle of a game of Sorry" or "Mommy was so tired last night she fell".
Things have to stop.
I recently found and listened to a voicemail on my cell phone. Must have accidently recorded my husband and I in the middle of a night-time fight. I couldn't make sense of most of the message.. just me crying and saying "Something has to be done" and my husband saying "about what?" clearly as drunk as I was.
Yeah... about what? He wants to stop. I want to stop. My kids need us to stop. My parents thought we stopped (with doubts).
OK - the blabbing will end now. Talking more to myself than anyone else.:bigcry:
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