Death of an alcoholic love affair.
Goodbye to you my trusted friend. You where the only one that I loved; the only one I could love. We've been together through thick and thick. You where the only one to tell me that I was good enough, that I was somebody. I could always rely on you no matter what time of day, week or season it was, you where always there to listen to me, to help me, to guide me. I loved drinking you in, you where a part of me, an extension of my core being. I had you and you had me, a match made in heaven. I loved you so deeply but no one could ever understand us, it was just you and I against the world. Your sweet voice and taste told me things no other could speak, it seems like no other can be this close to me again.
With all of that said, I have to tell you something. This is going to hurt me more than it will hurt you. I have to leave you now; I am on a new path that you cannot travel. I know, I know, it sounds so scary and frightful. But the pain I feel cannot be dealt or discussed with you any longer. I need to do that with myself and not with you anymore. Simply put, I love to be with myself rather than you. Please don't be jealous or hurt that I left you for myself.....it is time. I know you thought we were going to be together forever but it just didn't work out that way, I'm sorry. It is time for me to take a leap into the great unknown depths of myself, a journey on which I will have to travel without you. I don't mean to hurt you like this, but it is a must.
So I say to you, goodbye....goodbye.....
Tom
Tom,
Thanks for sharing that....I remember my husband always being hurt, saying I loved my alcohol more than him or anything else and now looking back, he was right...I had a love affair with alcohol for many, many years...
Time heals and each day further and further from my last drink, gets better and better and finding a way to live life, rather than exist, is nothing short of a miracle....
Take care,
Stacey
Thanks for sharing that....I remember my husband always being hurt, saying I loved my alcohol more than him or anything else and now looking back, he was right...I had a love affair with alcohol for many, many years...
Time heals and each day further and further from my last drink, gets better and better and finding a way to live life, rather than exist, is nothing short of a miracle....
Take care,
Stacey
Hi .It seems almost as if you wrote that letter just for me. I've been sober one month tomorrow and I am still saying my goodbye. The physical craving is getting less and less but the emotional part of it still has a hold on me. In giving up drinking I feel like I have lost a long time companion. one who made me feel good and helped me through some tragic events that have happened.But as the relationship progressed my so called friend robbed me of any peace or contentment and almost caused me my marriage and the relationship with my kids. It was also robbing me of my sanity because even though I did not have a plan in place to harm myself the thought had crossed my mind and I knew the seed was planted . My last 2 days of drinking were so miserable I just wanted to die and get it over with. I thought of ways it could be done.Thank God it never had a chance to grow.I know I was rescued by a power greater than myself. I was also fortunate in the fact that my family stood by me and are supporting me in my recovery.Is it easy to say goodbye?..no ..its not ,but I thank God that it's me who is saying the goodbye to the bottle not my family saying goodbye to me. Thanks for the letter. You have touched my soul today. God bless and be safe
I wrote that letter when I was in rehab, almost a year ago. I like to read it every few months. It reminds me of how it was, it still brings a tear to my eye.
Tom
Tom
Alcohol, disguised as love and comfort was really hate and discomfort.
Alcohol does not want to kill you, it wants you to kill yourself.
Nice Letter and Comments.
I had to write on in rehab also. Mine was just as serious but to shed a little humor on this, I wanted to mention a Goodbye letter that was written by one of the guys in rehab. It made me LOL.
He began by just saying goobye to Budweiser and went on to tell Budweiser that he would no longer be taking it fishing, hunting, riding in the truck, riding it around the block so not to take it home with him, not anymore sneaky trips to work. And no, it can't ride not even in the bed of the truck. No where in or on the truck was it allowed. No more sitting it outside on the windowseal at night so it could catch a glimpse at the stars. No more taking it to football, baseball or soccer games. That means not even tailgaiting. It would have to remain in the confines of coolers in stores or some other suckers ice chest.
Thought this was quite funny! As serious as this disease is, we all have to laugh sometime. I find it quite helpful to my recovery as well.
Just wanted to shrare
Trimmer
I had to write on in rehab also. Mine was just as serious but to shed a little humor on this, I wanted to mention a Goodbye letter that was written by one of the guys in rehab. It made me LOL.
He began by just saying goobye to Budweiser and went on to tell Budweiser that he would no longer be taking it fishing, hunting, riding in the truck, riding it around the block so not to take it home with him, not anymore sneaky trips to work. And no, it can't ride not even in the bed of the truck. No where in or on the truck was it allowed. No more sitting it outside on the windowseal at night so it could catch a glimpse at the stars. No more taking it to football, baseball or soccer games. That means not even tailgaiting. It would have to remain in the confines of coolers in stores or some other suckers ice chest.
Thought this was quite funny! As serious as this disease is, we all have to laugh sometime. I find it quite helpful to my recovery as well.
Just wanted to shrare
Trimmer
