I too lost everything due to thinking I could just have a bit of vodka, and step away from reality for a little.
I'm about a year and 48 days sober, and I wish I could show just a minute of the superb reality you can have if you just stick with quitting a bit longer. Driving through the summer landscape this morning, under a huge sky, watching the buzzards shimmering overhead in the heat haze. Oh man. I'm alive. Truly alive. Not fake alive with that poison running through my veins.
The vodka is way too big for people like me to fight alone. By the time we arrive here, we are so much sicker than we think we are. If I romance the vodka, it will smile at me for about 2 seconds, then it will drag me into to the shadows, alone, and it will kill me.