Been drinking for 25 years, always the last at the party, always the guy pushing on when every body else knows its time to call it a night. Always good fun to be around when having drinks.
Right from the off, the drink allowed or enabled me to do crazy stuff (not sure which comes first, chicken or egg scenario). In the beginning it was silly minor stuff, such as jumping in water fountains fully clothed and other stupid stuff.
It escalated over time, fights(I stress only against other men never against females), numerous trips to the drink tank, destruction, broken bones, hospital.
As the years rolled on it relieved my anxiety when out, could never get enough. Drank if I was sad, drank if i was happy.
I met a good girl, she helped me keep on control on it. Life started to get good, achievements were made. The alcohol was kept under control with occasional bouts of excessiveness but these were rare.
Have a regular job, nice life, nice partner, three young children.
Last week on a work overnighter downtown with the job done, drank myself into a stupor celebrating the job completion, made an idiot of myself. Of which I have absolutely no memory, complete black out.
I'm devastated, all the hard work, becoming a descent human being again gone just like that. Its going to be a hard one to pick myself up from. I'm drinking more now, self medicating.
I can't tell my partner as she wouldn't understand and it would only offload my guilt. Once again the binge drinking has f'kd up my life, it never ends. Plus i tell and we lose everything, the kids have no father.
Lost. Soul has been ruptured, devastated.
Fck alcohol, i love ithate it but it has once again completely fk'd up my life
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