You're a good writer, LegalEagle! In my 25 years of alcohol problems, with the last 5 including blackouts, slurring, driving drunk (never caught and thankful) because I had run out, etc., I usually did the most damage by myself, sneaking. I'm fortunate that I never had a drinking buddy, and that my husband didn't drink along with me.
But I have painful memories of Friday afternoons with colleagues where I was drinking them under the table and they noticed. Of course I dropped in to just "have one," and then go home and have more...but I couldn't say no to the server. They were sipping beers and I was having my manhattans. I'm a 54 year old professional woman with a husband and kids (now grown), and I'm sure that my drinking seemed out of character given my position. Maybe it's just me, but I think a man could have had the same number of drinks but not look so cheap...or at least, that's the way I look back on myself at those times. Last summer I started a new job and was invited to a party to meet the rest of my team and there were pitchers of lovely drinks everywhere, and in no time I was reeling, after telling myself that this was definitely not the place to drink. I'm pretty sure I hid it, but it frightened me.
I do worry about what people think of me...but part of me also says who cares...none of their business...I'm just going to keep going forward..
I'm so easily amused these days, it's ridiculous...
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