I can NOT pin point the day/month/year.. but .. I always knew (even though OFFICAILLY I probably didn't know about my dad's drinking problem yet) that I had an addictive personality. Kinda funny, ain't it? I never even smoked a joint in my life because I was SO afraid that it might lead me elsewhere.
And yet.. forward 30 years... here I am.
My first REAL battle with AL was 10 years ago. Marriage fell apart, obviously ex-asshole was NOT in the picture in any type, shape, or way.. and I was going to raise my kids on my own. What probably saved me at that time was the gym. I was running a home daycare at the time - so little to no interaction with adults (and you can't yell at little kids) - so I really NEEDED an outlet. Anything. The gym was my choice, I guess. And it worked.
A couple years later I get into another relationship - good for the kids, comfortable, but I'm not in love.... plus, he has no income (or desire to make one). I tried for 3 years to end that relationship - finally got there in year 7. How, do you ask? By drinking. His ex was an alcoholic and he hated it. So, in the end, THAT'S what I did. Drink to piss him off. Enough to leave.
The irony? I'm a drunk now.
I have a new relationship now (quite new). With a fabulous being. With everything in my reach. And yet... if I don't smarten up, I may lose it all.
I AM STRUGGLING. Big time. Every day. And, I hate it.
Thanks for listening/reading.
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