Originally Posted by countrygirl2014

Sigh...I did my two weeks, slipped and drank, now I'm on day 2, no problem. I get home and can't find my fiancé. I looked everywhere. Finally I head to the basement where he is curled up in fetal position in front of the Woodburning stove. The stove is open, fire is going (he is lucky he didn't burn our house down). I asked " what the hell are you doing??!!" And he responds incoherently with the voice of Donald Duck. I wish he stayed down there. But unfortunately he lays here snoring now and stinking of beer. I'm disgusted but know there is nothing I can do about it. I'm going to sleep on the couch tonight. I'm just grossed out. If this is what I have to see, I have no problem staying sober. I'm going to work on ME. The rest will follow. One thing at a time, one thing at a time...