The lying.
The hiding.
The shame.
The wondering what I did the night before.
Waking up not in my own bed.
The gastric distress all day every day.
Legal problems.
Spending up to $100 a week on booze.
Not being present for my kids.
Missing work because of hangovers.
Mysterious bruises and even worse injuries.
I could go on and on. I really don't miss anything. Not even the buzz. I get my buzzes off of living life on the straight and narrow now. When I pay off a credit card bill, I get a buzz. When I do a good job on something at work, I get a buzz. When I'm a good mom and grandma I get a buzz. I do not need alcohol to give me good feelings anymore.