I've been pondering this post all day, not wanting to reply because I couldn't come up with an explanation that sounded reasonable.
Alcohol was fun for so many years, it filled a hole in my soul that nothing else could plug up. I loved partying, loved drinking, loved the way it made me feel so good-looking and popular. But that was all a lie, a deception.
Alcohol quietly and slowly tore apart my marriages and other relationships, and my sanity in the end. It took away everything that I held dear and thought was important to me. Marriages, homes, friendships. *poof* Gone.
I agree with Captain, alcohol made me what I am today. Strangely, I'm very grateful for that. I can't imagine what a hell it would be to still be out there.