apophylite

So today was the day from hell at work. Seriously dreading going in tomorrow. Left two hours late and went in an hour early, blah blah moan moan
So i left, complete fantasy on the bus on the way home about how chilled out i'd be if i just had one or two cold chardonnays.
REALITY CHECK
I called my mum when i got off the bus. She had had a few work friends over late afternoon and they opened a few bottles of wine. Her slurry voice made feel soooooooo glad to be sober! She was annoying and i had to get off the phone quickly to avoid being short with her. Then i smiled to myself that she'd feel like crap in the morning while i after nothing stronger than tea would be fresh as a daisy. God i must have been aggravating to my husband who doesnt really ever drink.
Thank god for sobriety

hypochondriac

Hellish work days were always a massive trigger/excuse to drink for me. I recently though had the mother of all hellish days at work and didn't even think of having a drink. That was a miracle for me. Glad you got through the craving unscathed x

least

Good for you!