And we all had a great time on Beale Street, listening to music, laughing, singing, and being together. But they all drank too much. I did not – drink anything with alcohol. I had just as much fun as I had hoped to have. I happily drove us home at 1 am. They all feel like shit this morning (actually, two are still sleeping). I feel just as good as I did yesterday morning, and the morning before that, and the mornings of the last six months. I love being SOBER! Hugs to all of my cyber sober friends!
I’m so thankful to have been able to continue my sobriety without urges. Wolfie has not stopped by this house in six months – but I’m always on guard if he does. My daughter and son-in-law drove up from Atlanta, and my 90 year-old mom joined us at the dinner table. Mom and I had sparkling grape juice and hubby and kids enjoyed some nice wine. Not a problem. Later that evening, my daughter and I took mom back to her apartment and once alone, we had a nice talk. She wanted to know why I had quit. Was there a health issue? Was there a terrible incident (car accident, dui)? I had told her that I would explain when we were together. Well, now we were together. Sitting in the driveway, car running, I told my 30 year-old daughter that I am an alcoholic. I told her the whole story, the decision…the blogs…AA meetings… She hugged me and told me she loves me and how proud she is. Then she began to talk about her own drinking. Not concerned yet – but watching. It felt so good to have that conversation. Hugs to all of you!