It gets easier. Your drinking history sounds a lot like mine. I quit after many stupid and embarassing episodes, and a scary blackout.
For me, the first year or so was the worse. I had a long and storied history of drinking to put behind me, and lots of "friends" who expected me to drink. I noticed the real friends didn't care, and a lot of people don't drink as much as I thought they did.
I found it helpful to think of alcohol like one of those guys you date who was a lot of fun, but bad for you. You just gotta break up for good. When I had (or I guess have, could happen again) those moment when I think a glass of wine on the patio sounds good, I acknowledge that as the voice of the addiction, and tell it to screw itself.
The last thing I do is acknowledge that there is only one drink I can control, and that is the next one, which I will NOT have.
Just one woman's way of dealing with it.
You made the right decision to break up with alcohol. I broke 6 years ago, and my only regret is that I didn't quit sooner.