my marriage didn't survive. 8 weeks into my recovery he decided all-night partying was more his speed. we were both adrift and not sure what to make of sober me.
7 months later and i finally have this sober thing going on. 6 weeks today. i've been living on my own since February and hated it at first. that was a big relapse. a couple more since then but i have begun to accept i can never drink safely again - i don't have a f*ck-it button, i have a death wish.
and i've been seeing someone new for a couple of weeks. he has never known me as an active alcoholic. it's a lovely thing.
hang in there Raider - when you're sober you can take life in your stride. it still sucks sometimes, but i find the more i sit with my feelings the easier things get. progress, not perfection...