To be honest...I've seen so many people mention this and it doesn't apply to me. Ever since I poured that last bottle down the drain I have felt like celebrating the loss of alcohol. I have poked and prided to see if I am in some sort of massive denial but I can't find it.
I think back to 5 years ago when I first realized I would have to quit and had I done so at that time I dothink I would have mourned...but for me alcohol had turned into that friend who had so outstayed his welcome that I want to dance with joy when I realize he's gone.
I can't remember ever being in love with alcohol...just horribly dependent on it. This Nguyen be a gift of selective memory...if it is I am profoundly grateful.