Walking through the grocery store with my son after school, I didn’t even look in the direction of the wine aisle. As we passed it, my son said, “Don’t look to the left.” Why would a 13-year-old boy say that? Because his mom has been drunk for the majority of his life and he is fully aware that she is trying to get clean. I wish he didn’t know how flawed his mother is. But alas, all of my children are aware that I am not June Cleaver and that my love for all things involving alcohol nearly ruined all of our lives.
But… Today, I am in awe of how far I have come in 16 days and today just sucks less.
I haven’t bought a Monster and chugged half of it and filled the rest with Chardonnay on my way home from the grocery store. I haven’t hidden a bottle of whiskey in the bottom of my closet and guzzled it until I passed out. I haven’t hidden a bottle of vodka or rum or tequila in the laundry room in over two weeks. To me, that’s progress. To most of humanity, I’m sure that just sounds freaking insane. I don’t care about that anymore.
Today sucks less because I realize I am not the only one like this. I read these blogs and see other people have the same issues. They are just like me.
Today sucks less because I am not alone.