Kjell,
So glad you're back on the wagon!!!
In my hard core drinking days, your situation would have went something like this for me...
Me: They took all the alcohol from the house. Just out of curiosity let's check the freezer.
*walk to kitchen open freezer*
*freezer door creaks open and my heart races like I'm opening a treasure chest.*
Alcohol: Well hi there! It's been a while, where in the heck have you been? I've missed you and you've missed me, let's face it we are meant for each other you and me. Look, you've got a limited opportunity here - I'm freezing cold so you won't feel the burn...and that sadness you feel? HAHAHA! say goodbye to that once you get your mitts around me. Just go ahead and uh...that's it...that's it...it was freezing in there!
Me: Just one more time, after all I told them to rid the house of alcohol so this really isn't my fault. I'm an alcoholic, this is what I'm supposed to do when I see alcohol. This is their fault not mine. It's check out time Bit%$es!
*glug glug glug*
Pretty twisted logic now that I have 20 days under my belt, but that's how it would have gone down for me. I've found some bottles in those 20 days but I just didn't want to go down that path anymore so I tossed 'em. I could only find the power to do that once I decided that it was sobriety or bust, I've given four years of my life to alcohol and that's four years too many.
I was so sick and tired of being sick and tired that I got a second wind of being sick and tired and finally decided this is it.
That said, I'm glad you're back and making progress!!!
P.S. Whoever said, "the love of money is the root of all evil" obviously wasn't an alcoholic.