This is Day 12 for me, and it's the weekend, and it's my birthday. I don't feel like drinking, but the possibility worries me a little. I came home to an empty house. My husband's den was unlocked (that's where he keeps his alcohol.) Normally I would go in and steal some, but I didn't even think twice about it. I'm glad I feel this way, but I'm concerned that the temptation will come back.