Jeff, I'm not judging you. But here's my experience, why I'm worried -- skip if you know this story
Maybe even as little as 1 month off alcohol the first time around, I started sniffing people's wine. I'd ask for a taste of tequila in a kiss. I inhaled deeply as I poured out my mother's scotch after her funeral. By 9 months, rather than telling my husband that I knew where he was trying to keep the vodka out of my sight and asking him to move/remove it, I was secretly opening it on a daily basis and getting a mental rush off the fumes.
It wasn't a drink that started my relapse. It was allowing the mental obsession. The game-playing. The fantasy benders. I knew I was sunk if I drank. I didn't know I was sunk if I pretended to drink. But I was.
Stupid stupid stupid. Dee warned me. Others warned me. I was an idiot.
Probably still am an idiot but I'm not falling for that particular line of crap again. I strongly suggest you don't either, Jeff.