I joined this forum today because I am in need of Christian support for my drinking.
I do not drink regularly, but when I do I have a problem stopping. If I go beyond two drinks, the part of my brain that says "you need to stop, you've had too much" just shuts down. I just keep going and going. I am 125 lbs and 5'2" tall, and I was told in college when I last sought help that I drank enough to make a 200-lb man DRUNK, and I did this on a regular basis. I blacked out. I drank Jameson whiskey by the double and did shots. Lots of shots. My behavior could be very embarrassing.
When I drink that much, I don't get sick, or stumble around, or pass out. I just keep functioning. I have driven while drunk too many times to count. I was let off the one time I was pulled over and got away without a DUI, and I thought I'd learned my lesson. Well, I hadn't.
For the past three years, while I've been dating my husband, I have settled down into a very tame lifestyle. I work a full time IT job and travel for work. I am a photographer as a side job/hobby and spend a lot of time comfortably at home with my husband and our dog. We don't go out often. We are home-bodies for the most part, save for going out with friends or family 2-3 times a month.
Last weekend, we went to spend "one or two hours" at a friend's 30th birthday party. Despite having a 9am commitment, I said nothing when hours went by and we were still there. I drank vodka and beer, and vodka is one of the worse culprits in my history of awful drunken experiences. I insisted on driving myself, my husband, and our good friend, who was once our roommate and was our best man at our recent wedding, home from the bar. At some point, my husband and I started arguing. In the midst of yelling at him, I raised my fist and punched him. More than once. Our friend was in the back seat.
My husband proceeded to call me awful names and tell me he was leaving me. He said he couldn't believe how dumb, uneducated, mean, violent, stupid, pathetic, useless, etc etc etc I was. He called me every name in the book. Once we got home, I nearly called 911 to have myself brought to detox. I broke down crying.
I don't know what to do with myself. I hate violence, but I know that there is an explosive and dangerous part of me that feels relief from stress by hitting something or someone, or throwing or breaking something. When I drink, that part of me is totally unchecked. When my husband drinks, he gets so frustrated with this part of me that his behavior is unchecked, and he yells and yells and calls names and is incredibly mean. We are an awful drunk combo, but I believe it's worse to hit someone than to assault verbally.
The worst part of this is that I have lost (and rightfully so) some of my husband's respect and trust. Has anyone else struggled with this? How do I begin to repair this? How do I make the promise that it won't happen again and make SURE that I follow through on that?
I am making plans for how I am going to stop drinking, at least for a year or so. I've asked my family to supply non-alcoholic beverages at holiday gatherings this year, and would like to take on a role of designated driver for any gatherings we go to. I am devastated that this has happened. I am racked with guilt and disgust right now. I really don't trust myself anymore, and I am very afraid of starting out on a path to recovery all gung-ho, and then losing steam and going right back to where I was two nights ago. Please help...
I do not drink regularly, but when I do I have a problem stopping. If I go beyond two drinks, the part of my brain that says "you need to stop, you've had too much" just shuts down. I just keep going and going. I am 125 lbs and 5'2" tall, and I was told in college when I last sought help that I drank enough to make a 200-lb man DRUNK, and I did this on a regular basis. I blacked out. I drank Jameson whiskey by the double and did shots. Lots of shots. My behavior could be very embarrassing.
When I drink that much, I don't get sick, or stumble around, or pass out. I just keep functioning. I have driven while drunk too many times to count. I was let off the one time I was pulled over and got away without a DUI, and I thought I'd learned my lesson. Well, I hadn't.
For the past three years, while I've been dating my husband, I have settled down into a very tame lifestyle. I work a full time IT job and travel for work. I am a photographer as a side job/hobby and spend a lot of time comfortably at home with my husband and our dog. We don't go out often. We are home-bodies for the most part, save for going out with friends or family 2-3 times a month.
Last weekend, we went to spend "one or two hours" at a friend's 30th birthday party. Despite having a 9am commitment, I said nothing when hours went by and we were still there. I drank vodka and beer, and vodka is one of the worse culprits in my history of awful drunken experiences. I insisted on driving myself, my husband, and our good friend, who was once our roommate and was our best man at our recent wedding, home from the bar. At some point, my husband and I started arguing. In the midst of yelling at him, I raised my fist and punched him. More than once. Our friend was in the back seat.
My husband proceeded to call me awful names and tell me he was leaving me. He said he couldn't believe how dumb, uneducated, mean, violent, stupid, pathetic, useless, etc etc etc I was. He called me every name in the book. Once we got home, I nearly called 911 to have myself brought to detox. I broke down crying.

The worst part of this is that I have lost (and rightfully so) some of my husband's respect and trust. Has anyone else struggled with this? How do I begin to repair this? How do I make the promise that it won't happen again and make SURE that I follow through on that?
I am making plans for how I am going to stop drinking, at least for a year or so. I've asked my family to supply non-alcoholic beverages at holiday gatherings this year, and would like to take on a role of designated driver for any gatherings we go to. I am devastated that this has happened. I am racked with guilt and disgust right now. I really don't trust myself anymore, and I am very afraid of starting out on a path to recovery all gung-ho, and then losing steam and going right back to where I was two nights ago. Please help...