He told me as soon as the wedding service was over that day we were heading back to the city.
He was silent all day, and on top of that, my boss was ignoring me.
I wanted to crawl into a hole and die that day because I knew I had to do something about my drinking. I just couldn’t put it off anymore…
It was terrifying to imagine my life without my delicious wine.
I kept thinking to myself, “there must be a way to learn how to drink less“.
There must be a way to get some sense of positive control over my drinking.
Because I knew that if it came down to it…
I just didn’t want to quit.
Truth be told, I had searched online many times for a ‘drink less’ approach…
But all I found were detox hospitals, years of therapy and alcohol addiction clinics.
I knew those things weren’t for me, but I just couldn’t get my head around what to do and where to go.
Even my 14 year old son was critical of my drinking, which ironically made me hide my wine.
I often stashed a secret bottle of wine as a backup and pretended there was only one…
But I knew I was drinking two!
Who was I kidding?