What do you call a woman who put you down, called you names, made fun of you, disciplined you for nothing, said and did everything she could to break your spirit? Oh ya, and drank her face off? I called her 'Mom'.

For as long as I can remember my mom drank. She never 'talked' to me. She never consoled me. She never supported me. She never paid attention to me. She never cared for me.....at least that is how I felt.

What she DID do is drink. She drank in front...

Nothing here to read today, just some of my favorite lyrics. Each word here represents my drinking in some way.....to me.

"Traffic's wild tonight",
Diamond smiles her cocktail smile.
Tonight she's in heavy disquise.
She looks at her wrist to clock the passing time.

"Weather's mild tonight",
She wonders do they notice her eyes.
She wonders will her glamour survive.
And can they see she's going down a third...

10 THINGS I LOVE ABOUT BEING SOBER:
10- Going to bed sober.
09- Waking up sober.
08- Not blacking out for a single moment. Not dependant on others to tell me what I did or said.
07- Not having to dish out excuses and aplogies for my behaviour.
06- NO HANGOVERS!
05- Trusting myself again. Knowing my thoughts and emotions are real, not manufactured by the drink.
04- Others trusting me again. Not eyeballing me to see if they can find a hint that I've...

So I managed to stay sober Saturday night. The birthday party I went to was at a BREWERY! Can you imagine. If that isn't life challenging me than what is.....
Open bar too!
There's a small brewery in Guelph, my brother and sister in law are friends with the owner, so my sister in law threw the party for her husband there.
Luckily, the attendees of the party were of the 'social drinking' sort....thought they were just a myth!
So there wasn't a lot of heavy drinking...

I am including a thread I posted a few hours ago. I posted the thread and planned to later blog about those feelings in the thread. But now, as some time has passed, I couldn't genuinely express how I felt earlier as the feelings have passed. So to remember, I decided to paste in my thread. When I re-read this thread I was amazed how it clenched my heart. The words I wrote at the end were as true as can be. It wouldn't be the same to write about those feelings as a third person, which is how...