I’m typing this on my phone as I’m away this weekend. On the drive here, I told my husband that I’d gone to a meeting last week and that I really needed his help and support. Today is my new Day One and it feels different because I’m being more honest with myself about reaching out. It’s no use trying to tackle this alone; my husband needs to be completely aware and on side. This evening, when we’re having supper with my sister-in-law and her family – these family occasions are big triggers for me – I have brought some good AF alternatives with me from home: a rose lemonade thing and a Becks Blue beer.
It felt good to be more open with my husband. He admitted that he’d been aware I was struggling but hoped it would somehow resolve itself; but we agreed that day by day, total abstinence was what I needed, as my drinking had definitely been getting worse.
Slowly shifting into a different gear, and I hope a more honest place.