I made my bed and I'll be the one to messy up the sheets...
Yes, I do fully understand that I did, consciously mind you, make my own choices. Unfortunately, my weekend "binge," was no binge at all, it was merely Saturday, Sunday, and Monday. Each day could just as easily have been substituted with Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, or Friday and the outcome would be the same, except, I probably wouldn't have been at the golf course at the same hours (work, y'know). To be honest, the shame I feel really has nothing to do with how much I drank, nor the frequency, but, the fact that I don't stop. Every time I go into the same liquor store, I wonder what they think of me, I wonder if they know I'm an alcoholic. I'm sure they do, but, they still keep taking my money, acting jovial, cracking jokes, flashing smiles as if nothing were wrong. After all, for me and my habit, it's just another day that ends in a Y.
I don't post what I drink as a means to show anyone up, or to make myself sound cool because I can drink an Irish-American-Indian under the table, or to draw attention to myself by saying, and I quote the great Stuart, "look what I can do." I don't post what I drink in order to preach to the choir, I know you have all heard it all before and I hate to be a terrible bore with the same old story. I post because it helps me to be honest and to see in real, actual words, just what I'm doing to myself.
The old adage goes: "don't do the crime if you can't do the time." Well, I can apply this to drinking, don't drink at these crazy levels unless you're prepared to deal with the onslaught of health problems. I am not prepared to deal with the physical consequences of drinking to excess. I do NOT want to die. I would like to see the final movie in the Harry Potter saga, I would like to see who the next president is and what "changes," if any, will happen in the white house, et al. I want so badly to know what I can do without this ball and chain noosed tightly around my neck. I want so badly to be healthy and to feel healthy. The days that I don't drink, I want to drink and I think about it so much. That life doesn't sound much better, though I know it is. It's just, how the fuck do I get to that point where I'm not thinking about it constantly. Basically, I'm doing the crime but I don't want to do the time. How long is this a super difficult struggle, I mean, I know from my past experiences that I still struggle with it after 6 months (duh, I'd still be sober otherwise), but, the cravings and the desire to imbibe is much much easier to deal with. How long until I'm at that point again? Does the same principle of smoking apply? Just get through the first 3 days? I know Vic keeps telling me to post after 3 AF days, but, is that it? Does it get easier after that?
I'm not here to try and bull shit you guys, in fact, I'm not on this earth to bull shit anyone or anything. I'm incredibly honest with myself and I know stepping in a big ol' pile of bull doody isn't going to help anyone, including, and especially, myself.
Even if I do go AF today, and the next, my g/f is coming back on Saturday. What the ever-loving-fuck am I going to do then? I know she'll support me, but, she's made it quite clear she is not anywhere near calling it quits with the jesus juice. I've ended many relationships due to alcohol (only one that was worth salvaging, but, I didn't). I've had support in relationships in the past (except the one that was worth salvaging), but, and let's see if I can explain this right... they obviously let me drink, I wouldn't have dated a non-drinker (I mean, who would I count on to enable me?), so, they supported two things, they supported me drinking and then they supported me not drinking, it's just the support to not drink is never enough to counter the support to drink. Am I supposed to get out of this relationship? I am, historically speaking, not able to make life changes when I am in a relationship. The last time I quit drinking, my then g/f (who lived with me) got dumped and I attended AA for a while, lost a little weight... then, back on the bottle, time before that, same thing, dumped her, quit drinking for 6 months, managed to quit smoking cigarettes and pot and I lost 70 plus pounds. Well, guess what, I'm back on the teet, I'm smoking again, back up to a pack a day, smoking a lot of pot, and I weigh 20 pounds shy of my peak weight the last time. I'm back, I'm comfortably spinning through that downward spiral again, some might argue still.
I'm a loser, I know, but, I just can't get myself to stop this shit. And I'm not saying that because I want any of you to counter with "you're not a loser," I'm saying it because, the fact that I don't say no makes me feel like a total loser, it really really does. I'm embarrassed and ashamed of it and the only reason I'm able to spill my guts in here is because you're all nameless, faceless people, you're nothing more than 0's and 1's flashing across my computer screen. I have a great deal of respect for all of you, I know you all have your lives and your own problems and your own human struggle, I really do, but, I won't meet any of you and I don't believe I'm forging any life-long friendships in here. I feel free to be myself and to pour out my thoughts that no other person on earth knows because I know I'll never see your eyes glaring down at me, nor the look of disapproval on your faces when I tell you I drank a gallon of liquor of mixed genres.
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