My lady has said to me - "You seem so much happier when you are drinking". That's one big problem. She never seemed to mind, except when I got sloppy, which is so rare. My tolerance has gotten so high (no pun intended) that even those very close to me have no idea of the torture that is going on inside.
The vicious cycle has come full circle again, and today is day 7 free. I have no desire to go back to how I was feeling last weekend. It's really getting boring.
Peace y'all!