Yeah, Stuck, it's amazing how fast those tiny little bottles go away. But, what's also amazing, which I think I said in a completely different thread, is that I now don't need more!
In the past, if I had bought this little, I would've been going apeshit trying to figure out how to get more. I would've called a cab, making up some bs excuse to my husband about something I forgot to pick up while in town, and no hon, I don't want to bother you to give me a ride (because I know you won't drive me to a liquor store!).
The obsession is starting to lift. It's obviously not all gone, but it's lifting. I feel good about that. And thank you so much for the encouragement!
As for the intimacy thing - well, I've been there. :blush: Passing out in the middle of the act does not make for good times. I'm sorry you're going through this right now. There's nothing worse than being in the throes of passion, then suddenly remembering nothing. Then the next morning - no talking, no even looking at me. Just shame all around. I don't know how she treats you after these events, but I know it sucks.
And you might be behind on your work, but I give you big kudos for forging forward. Seriously. When I was attempting a grad program and started falling behind, I started drinking more than ever. I was forced to take medical leave because, pretty soon, everyone I came in contact with knew immediately that I was drunk. (I was also a toxicology major and doing research with dangerous chemicals while having to shut one eye to close out the double image - whoops!).
Anyway, I hope you have a great night. Catch up on your work and keep being the awesome person that you are! :l
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