Things I realized during my recovery.
Booze was never at war with me. I just used to pick fights with it.
Once I started messing with it, It was ME who ramped up the fight, fanned the flames and kept on going long after I should have seen I was beat and walk away.
One day the light went on that I could walk away and alcohol wouldn't chase me.
Now when we meet, we agree to disagree and don't engage with one another at all.
All I know is that when MY personality was all involved in the big war and fight against alcohol, it kept ME engaged in drinking/not drinking and all sorts of misery and drama. I really had to just quit and disengage to be free. It was as hard to give up the drama and hand wringing and woe is me...of the fight, as it had been to give up the booze.
Fighting alcoholism sounds so glamorous...not drinking is very ho hum. But ultimately it has been very rewarding.