Not weird. At. All. I felt like I had lost my best friend when I gave it up. The friend who helped me to de-stress, relax, see the world a teeny bit fuzzy. This was also the friend that caused me to argue with my husband, keep secrets from him and those who loved me, and made me feel awful in the morning. The way I coped: lots of A A meetings. Though at the end of the day, AA wasn't the program for me, it was an absolute godsend in the early days. Another way I coped was not to say never, as in "I'll never drink again." That was just too hard to wrap my head around. So I stayed in the now, saying, " I won't drink today." Today became tomorrow, and so on. It gets easier, I promise you, but the early days are hell. Good luck.