I am the problem
Not my husband, who can still drink. Not my kids. Not my dog (or new dog my husband brought home last night). Not my cat. Not my job. Not my friends. Not the topics my friends talk about (yesterday it was how they buy beer at Sam’s cause it’s cheaper). I am the problem. I cannot drink alcohol without binging. When I am craving, I’m the one who is still giving alcohol control. I’m an alcoholic whether I like the term or not. I realize that now and am being honest. I’m working the first step as I type. But my mind is still tee-tottering on whether I can drink tonight. I’m so over the cognitive dissonance. Where to go from here? Scheduled to talk to my sponsor tomorrow at 8am. Taking new dog to groomer at 9am. I know I will not do those things hungover.