But it’s not a problem, I swear

I decided to join the 100-day non-drinking challenge over at Tired of Thinking about Drinking.  As part of the challenge, the blogger there, Belle, asked me to write a back-of-a postcard story about a time when I realized that the way I drink is different from other people.  Here’s what I came up with:

Parties are always a good excuse to drink, so I was looking forward to going to a BBQ at our neighbors’ across the street.  I didn’t know that’s why I was looking forward to it until we got there and no booze was being served!  The extent of my disappointment was somewhat … excessive.  A bit later, as the sun started going down, my daughter complained she was cold.  And what a good mommy I was as I leapt up and said, “I’ll get you your jacket, sweetie!”  I sped across the street, grabbed my daughter’s jacket, and then poured myself a quick glass of wine.  As I was chugging it down and then racing to the bathroom to brush my teeth, it occurred to me that maybe there was something abnormal about all this.

I’m ashamed to say how long ago this was — 2 or 3 years ago at least.

3 thoughts on “But it’s not a problem, I swear

  1. If you want, here’s a hug. *hug* I won’t pretend to know what its like to crave alcohol, but I do know what its like to crave the act of harming yourself, and I’m not going to judge you. My uncle was an alcoholic, as well. He’s dead now, but sometimes I wonder what he would say about my self injury, and if we compared our experiences how different the urges would be, and how different people’s reactions to our actions would be. I was younger when I knew him, so I don’t remember a whole lot, but I remember enough to know that I will always love him and cherish his memory. ❤ Hang in there.

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