I’ve been pretty good about avoiding the alcohol lately. I recognized that I could have a problem with it. Honestly, I’ve known that I have a problem with it. Namely, I like it too much.
However, this evening was not a good one. In fact, it was the most stressful I’ve had in awhile.
I had some hints from the Universe to not stop for liquid comfort: My mom mentioning that she, too, felt like stopping for wine on the way back from our dinner tonight, but decided “it was not the right thing to do”.
At her house, however, she went straight for the rum to add to her coca-cola. We both shared a laugh about her going for the hard stuff.
There was a cheerleader in my head yelling “you can resist!”. I decided to throw the finger at that cheerleader.
The men in my life are pushing my buttons.
My husband. My father. My son.
All good men. But damn if they aren’t making me mad.
I know that wine won’t solve my issues. I know.
Maybe I do need an AA Mentor.
Yeah. Tonight was rough.