I just wanted to share some struggles over the weekend; as you all have inspired me with similar stories.
I am a binge drinker, have been for over 20 years, and this was my first weekend with out AL. Friday night was awkward, as I didn't know what to do. So I did what you all suggested and read tons on this site, even posted some comments for those doing great or struggling. Some really heart touching stories are found here, for those who are new like me, and I thank you for helping me through that night. Saturday came and holy crap I felt great in the morning!! I cooked eggs, full breakfast, with no hangover!!!!
Ok, day 6 was in the bag....but there was still Saturday night. I have never been sober on a Saturday night. And football (american) playoffs were on. I didn't plan anything with my friends (as that would be a trigger for me) and watched both games (and remember them!!) drinking...tea. HA! Sunday morning I went to church with my son, who sat on my lap the whole time...it was great. As an agnostic I had plenty of "other" excuses not to go. That morning, I felt like it wasn't about my stand on religion...rather it was about community; and it was a beautiful day.
Yet, Sunday night was hours away...could I do it. Evil forces were at play. The weather turned sour, my in-laws (who love to drink...talk about enabling) were in town harrassing me about not taking at least a 'shot' for them. Then, later my wife (with a few in her) said she would understand if I wanted to take a drink. I felt alone (her intentions were honest and I don't blame her at all, in fact it was very sweet) as her family turns against me when they drink. This time, however, I was sober and just watched them act like fools. It was like watching a movie.
So...what did I do? I spent time with my son, who goes to his room when the "voices get scary", and we played Thomas (the tank engine) and with his favorite cars. He is so creative; I have always been so proud of him...but now I really feel like I know him, and understand him. His is calmer around me and it is Heaven. He lined up all his guys (stuffed animals) on the bed and we played with each one at a time. When it was time for bath and bed about 2 hours had passed. It felt like I was 'spending the night' with my son rather than the roudy crowd on the patio. He didn't fuss or fight, in fact he helped me start the bath, got out his clothes, and pulled the books off the shelf he wanted me to read to him. Normally this is a struggle for both of us. In the past, I was drunk on weekends ('binge'ers unite!) by bedtime and would rush through the evening-I'm such a shit-quickly taking a bath, brushing teeth, combing hair and grab any book off the shelf.
I can't tell you how much I love him in a note or letter here, but I have fallen in love with him even more these last 8 days.
Here's to day 9, and many more.
Thanks to all who posted over the weekend, especially One2Many who posted the "I'm not going to waste a Sunday Night not drinking" post. It kept me from joining the group last night and this morning I am forever grateful!
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