Thanks guys.
Well yesterday was a real test. We attend the Adams County fair every year, Rob's niece and nephew are in 4-H and show various things. We go to support the family and to get smashed. This place is a huge trigger for me. We almost didn't go for that reason, but I am stronger then my addiction, I hope. The fair is less then 5 miles from our house, so naturally we can get drunk and drive. Sad right!? It got so bad, last year Rob left me there, not because I was making a scene, but because he was ready to go, and when I drink, I am a social butterfly even more. I was just talking to his family, so I didn't see what the big deal was, but when he wants to go, he wants to go. Period! I started walking home in the dark, with wedges on, yes in farm ville, not a good idea. Lucky for me, our son had a car and Rob sent him to pick up his drunk ass mom. Poor kid! Well we were at the fair last night and I really did not have any desire to drink. Weird. We walked by my favorite beer tent, where we spend most of our time, and nothing. I felt really good about that. We usually drop easy $100 on beer alone. This year I actually ate some nasty fair food,
Our brother in law offered us free beer and that was easy to turn down. What is happening to me? 
As many of you may have seen, Metha Drol is back in stock. What does that have to do with anything? Well, when under pressure, like most people, Rob is/was being a huge asshole today. Nothing I could do was right. We have been at each other all day. HUGE trigger. I was thinking as soon as he leaves for the gym, I am going to get drunk. Fuck it.
As I sit here writing this, I am thinking I am better then that. I will not allow him to push be back into my old patterns of how I usually cope with him when he is being this way. Sure it is easier, but in order for me to be a better, stronger me, I have to either find a different escape or beat the shit out of him. KIDDING! Any takers for me
This is the weekend and my favorite time to get wasted. Well any day for that matter, but weekends, I love to start drinking noonish. Aside from the USA's, I have spent all weekend inside, smashed. If we have dinner plans, I can usually hold off until 3ish, but have had close to a six pack by the time we meet up. Remember, they like me more when I am buzzed. It's funny that I say that. My dear friend told me the other day "the lies we tell our selves over and over, and believe them" How true is that?
5 days sober today and counting. One minute at a time. I feel amazing. No more night sweats. Thank goodness. Ewww. My face is not as red, but I still have a ways to go. I lost a lb and 1/2 and that excites me. I am starting to see some of my leanness. I have some vascularity without the help of alcohol. Strange how that happens.
Well that is my story for today. I have exciting accounting to do. Yup that should keep me sober.
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Well yesterday was a real test. We attend the Adams County fair every year, Rob's niece and nephew are in 4-H and show various things. We go to support the family and to get smashed. This place is a huge trigger for me. We almost didn't go for that reason, but I am stronger then my addiction, I hope. The fair is less then 5 miles from our house, so naturally we can get drunk and drive. Sad right!? It got so bad, last year Rob left me there, not because I was making a scene, but because he was ready to go, and when I drink, I am a social butterfly even more. I was just talking to his family, so I didn't see what the big deal was, but when he wants to go, he wants to go. Period! I started walking home in the dark, with wedges on, yes in farm ville, not a good idea. Lucky for me, our son had a car and Rob sent him to pick up his drunk ass mom. Poor kid! Well we were at the fair last night and I really did not have any desire to drink. Weird. We walked by my favorite beer tent, where we spend most of our time, and nothing. I felt really good about that. We usually drop easy $100 on beer alone. This year I actually ate some nasty fair food,


As many of you may have seen, Metha Drol is back in stock. What does that have to do with anything? Well, when under pressure, like most people, Rob is/was being a huge asshole today. Nothing I could do was right. We have been at each other all day. HUGE trigger. I was thinking as soon as he leaves for the gym, I am going to get drunk. Fuck it.
As I sit here writing this, I am thinking I am better then that. I will not allow him to push be back into my old patterns of how I usually cope with him when he is being this way. Sure it is easier, but in order for me to be a better, stronger me, I have to either find a different escape or beat the shit out of him. KIDDING! Any takers for me

This is the weekend and my favorite time to get wasted. Well any day for that matter, but weekends, I love to start drinking noonish. Aside from the USA's, I have spent all weekend inside, smashed. If we have dinner plans, I can usually hold off until 3ish, but have had close to a six pack by the time we meet up. Remember, they like me more when I am buzzed. It's funny that I say that. My dear friend told me the other day "the lies we tell our selves over and over, and believe them" How true is that?
5 days sober today and counting. One minute at a time. I feel amazing. No more night sweats. Thank goodness. Ewww. My face is not as red, but I still have a ways to go. I lost a lb and 1/2 and that excites me. I am starting to see some of my leanness. I have some vascularity without the help of alcohol. Strange how that happens.
Well that is my story for today. I have exciting accounting to do. Yup that should keep me sober.
