The ultimatum
Hi everyone.
It's finally happened. I've been given the ultimatum by my family. One more drink and you have to move out. Tough stuff but deservedly so. I went on a bender after a close friend died because to my shame, oblivion is the only way I know to deal with things.
I'm in my thirties and due to financial problems moved in with my parents after rehab but it's been a struggle all round. My first reaction after that conversation was 'I need a drink' but as we all know it doesn't stop at one. I sat there and shook (withdrawing) as they told me but I could see that they've given up on me. Today has been hard but I need to do this before I lose everyone in my life.
Sorry for the depressiveness but I've been made aware of how my drinking is impacting on everyone around me and it hurts like hell.