Hello. I see that these forums are open now for non-believers I thought I'd stick my toe in and test the waters.
This is my story. I drank socially for most of my adult life and never really had a problem with it. Until...
In 2003, I started drinking every night. A few beers. Maybe a couple of glasses of wine. I was under a lot of stress and I reckoned that the alcohol was helping me sleep at night. The stress worsened and my drinking increased. Within a few months, I was drinking at least a 6 pack every night and much, much more on the weekends.
In March of 2004, I was laid off by my company. However, I had another job lined up which would mean a move from Michigan to Alabama. I looked forward to the move. It turned out to be the worst decision of my life. In April of 2004, two days before I was to leave for Alabama, I fell down the basement stairs after finishing off a 12-pack. Luckily, I only cracked my head open and had a few bumps and bruises. This scared me sober for a short time.
Fast forward through the rest of 2004, 2005 and part of 2006. Horrible experiences with job and people in Alabama. Husband trying to fix house to sell in Michigan becomes ill and can't finish. We end up living apart for over a year. Bankruptcy followed by getting fired in Alabama. Three months of unemployment, almost ending up homeless and then...a job offer in back in Michigan!
Throughout all this, I drank like a proverbial fish. It was not uncommon for me to drink 12-pack every night. I joked about being a functional alcoholic. After all, I was making it to work every day.
After my husband and I moved back to Michigan, the stress decreased and we were both much, much happier. Nevertheless, I continued to drink every night.
Now, beer was not enough. On the weekends, I would drink 12 to 16 beers then top it off with 3 or 4 double shots of whiskey. I started having black outs. I was turning into a mean drunk, saying horrible things to my husband and becoming combative. I would find things broken in my house with no memory of having done anything.
The final straw was this last September 10th. I woke up on the couch downstairs at about 7:30 in the morning. The last thing I remembered was getting nasty with my husband when, at around 3 am, he tried to get me to stop drinking and go to bed. He gave up and finally went to bed.
I also got on-line and made an obviously drunken post in GA here as well as in another board I belong too.
I had no memory of posting, but reading them that morning was frightening in a way I cannot describe.
When my husband got up later that day, I apologized profusely and told him that I could not put him through this anymore. I found out from him that not only did I polish off 20 beers, I also drank 5 double shots of whiskey. I was completely out of control and there was nothing he could do to stop me.
I have not had a drink since.
I will not drink again.
I cannot put my beloved through that mess anymore.
But sometimes, it's hard.
Anyway, that's my story.
This is my story. I drank socially for most of my adult life and never really had a problem with it. Until...
In 2003, I started drinking every night. A few beers. Maybe a couple of glasses of wine. I was under a lot of stress and I reckoned that the alcohol was helping me sleep at night. The stress worsened and my drinking increased. Within a few months, I was drinking at least a 6 pack every night and much, much more on the weekends.
In March of 2004, I was laid off by my company. However, I had another job lined up which would mean a move from Michigan to Alabama. I looked forward to the move. It turned out to be the worst decision of my life. In April of 2004, two days before I was to leave for Alabama, I fell down the basement stairs after finishing off a 12-pack. Luckily, I only cracked my head open and had a few bumps and bruises. This scared me sober for a short time.
Fast forward through the rest of 2004, 2005 and part of 2006. Horrible experiences with job and people in Alabama. Husband trying to fix house to sell in Michigan becomes ill and can't finish. We end up living apart for over a year. Bankruptcy followed by getting fired in Alabama. Three months of unemployment, almost ending up homeless and then...a job offer in back in Michigan!
Throughout all this, I drank like a proverbial fish. It was not uncommon for me to drink 12-pack every night. I joked about being a functional alcoholic. After all, I was making it to work every day.
After my husband and I moved back to Michigan, the stress decreased and we were both much, much happier. Nevertheless, I continued to drink every night.
Now, beer was not enough. On the weekends, I would drink 12 to 16 beers then top it off with 3 or 4 double shots of whiskey. I started having black outs. I was turning into a mean drunk, saying horrible things to my husband and becoming combative. I would find things broken in my house with no memory of having done anything.
The final straw was this last September 10th. I woke up on the couch downstairs at about 7:30 in the morning. The last thing I remembered was getting nasty with my husband when, at around 3 am, he tried to get me to stop drinking and go to bed. He gave up and finally went to bed.
I also got on-line and made an obviously drunken post in GA here as well as in another board I belong too.
I had no memory of posting, but reading them that morning was frightening in a way I cannot describe.
When my husband got up later that day, I apologized profusely and told him that I could not put him through this anymore. I found out from him that not only did I polish off 20 beers, I also drank 5 double shots of whiskey. I was completely out of control and there was nothing he could do to stop me.
I have not had a drink since.
I will not drink again.
I cannot put my beloved through that mess anymore.
But sometimes, it's hard.
Anyway, that's my story.
