Second post today. The dreaded 5.40pm and I’m wading through that treacle I mentioned this morning. I’ve already texted my husband suggesting wine (he avoided responding); I’ve debated going out to buy wine as we only have ancient vintages in the house which I think my husband is keeping until 2020; I don’t know what to do. Well, I know what I should do, but I don’t want to do it: I should do anything but drink, but I want to drink. In my past sober attempts, I don’t remember feeling this desperate.
The weekend beckons. I am obsessing about drinking, about sobriety, about the sober world. I feel as though I can’t get on with my life, that I can’t think of anything else. I don’t want to be this person, I don’t want to have to think about these things.
Aaaarrrrggggghh is the only way I can put it at the moment. Aaaaaarrrrrgghh (again).