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| :I made such an almighty a** of myself and I am sure he thinks I'm low life. |
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| :consuming shame and disgust |
There's an easier softer way and someone said that it's a guide for living--something some of us apparently weren't in class for when they were passing 'em out....
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| if your drinking was only harming you and not everyone who was unlucky enough to come into contact with you......? I mean did it affect work, friendships, family, people's perceptions of you?? Or could you really cover it up until only you had had enough? |
Jeese, how much rigorous honesty must a guy endure in one day?!! LOL
I think I've shared bits over the last several months, but I have to assume that luck wasn't what was protecting me. I have a spouse, and two children, all of which have been impacted in one way or another, I know that. I was a loving, fun, silly drunk; life of the party, martyr, all that. I gave and gave and gave because, after all, see above... I want to be loved.
I am also in charge at work. I could plan travel where ever, when ever. I could take time off, etc. I didn't abuse my authority, but I could have, and could see it coming. In AA they say, "I haven't been arrested. YET." "I haven't lost my family. YET." I haven't crashed my car or hurt any one. YET." I still have my "YETS" in tact, but it wouldn't have been long.
Basically, I couldn't get drunk enough anymore. Physically, I couldn't do it. I tried, but I'd just fall asleep before I was done. I was sick and tired of being sick and tired. Of having the scats (runs). Not being able to eat most foods. Having a sour stomach constantly--and horrible breath. Glass and bloodshot, burning eyes. I never drank in the morning before going to work, but I should have. It certainly would have made me feel better!
Up there somewhere is a posting about what a typical day would consist of near the end of my drinking career--I was up to about 6 liters of wine a day. I couldn't drink brown liquor or liquor in general--I only weighed 140 pounds! I could drink beer all day--and did for years--but it wasn't working anymore. I drank so much wine I didn't eat--and when I wasn't drinking, I was sleeping or planning on drinking to feel better.
Yes, I hid it well and namely because it WAS my normalcy. Everyone around me BUT me knew I had a problem, but I was harmless. And fun. So I was 'excepted,' as I was the fun guy to go drinking with.
My career continued, as did a very verey mediocre acting and modeling hobby, and I got elected to boards of directors, hob-knobbed with governors, was published and quoted in local and state news, and all the while I was either roaringly drunk or ragingly hung over.
Lucky? Well, I suppose. I'm glad it's over and MY HP was watching, though. Life's far better when I can see it...