Originally Posted by
wpainterw 
And then when the bottle doesn't come it climbs down, picks up the car keys and drives to the liquor store. Later hides the bottle. Gets another as a backup. Wakes up during the night, starts taking pills. Screaming toddler dragging what remains of the "You" down the slippery slope.
Not to mince words, with you, Good Sir, but my AV can't drive. It has no control over anything except my maladaptive appetite for alcohol. Driving to the store was on me.
Did my persistent alcohol use contribute to my breathtakingly bad decision making? You betcha. But there was never any time that I did not know that I was choosing wrong over right. I knew, but I chose to listen to my adviser in the high chair.
Never again.
I aspire to your long life and sobriety.
