In my life, alcohol is almost like a massive storm, a tornado even, whipping up chaos and destruction in its pathway with me tightly sucked into its vortex. The devastation so significant my life cleaved into two parts; before and after.
It struck me that I never before have I walked into any new club alone and have strangers spontaneously approach me, welcome me and introduce themselves. This does not happen at the gym or the school gates.
As I was tried and failed to moderate, not yet ready to consider giving up totally myself, I watched sober people with a new sense of awe and admiration. Not only did they not drink alcohol, they appeared content with their ways and looked happy.
I was torn. Undecided. I had planned a trip to the cinema with a friend yet despite having you all to myself the last three nights, I was tempted. It was becoming routine, more serious but still, a very attractive proposition.
You have a perpetual supply of wine to recycle as gifts. Yes, people still give me bottles of the stuff; they 'forget' that I 'don't really drink anymore' and still do not believe the 'No, not ever, not even one' part of the answer.
My thoughts wander back to the previous night, assessing the damage. Had I picked an argument? Emptied the kitchen of snacks? Had I texted any friends with 'great ideas' or bought anything online on the spur of the moment?
07/01/2015 11:49 GMT
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