Recently, when drinking, I had started to get mean in the evenings, and would argue with my husband. He would call it the ‘mean hour’. Yikes, I hope it wasn’t an hour – I’d thought it was only a few minutes. He is not at all combative, so it was completely unnecessary of me, and I knew it was booze-fuelled and stupid. But I still did it. It was one of the things which was really starting to bother me, which I could see was directly related to drinking.
Today is Christmas Eve, and Day 3 for me. It is not easy – I’m not going to lie (an annoying phrase which my children use) – and I am hoping and praying that I can succeed. I’ll keep an eye on my blog, and on the other blogs I read, but I feel worried that things will go wrong.
No more mean hour; I long for a peaceful hour.