My big fat head or my big fat butt?
I think that this may be a bit of a clich?, but I think we have all heard of the alcoholic question, what came first the shitty relationship or the alcohol that has caused the shitty relationship; for me, it is neither.
I sit here and think of everything that causes me to drink: bad relationships with men, my children when they misbehave, my ex who owes me a lot of money, and stress. In reality, I am my own worst enemy. None of these things make me drink; only I do this.
I look at myself and see someone I do not recognize. Where have I gone? Who am I any more? When I look in the mirror, this is not who I am. But who am I?
Both of these things may be a product of drinking, but what came first? My brain that tells me that it is ok to drink, or the big fat ass from too much drinking?
Stupid drinking has gotten in the way of recognizing what came first, the chicken or the egg.
I think that this may be a bit of a clich?, but I think we have all heard of the alcoholic question, what came first the shitty relationship or the alcohol that has caused the shitty relationship; for me, it is neither.
I sit here and think of everything that causes me to drink: bad relationships with men, my children when they misbehave, my ex who owes me a lot of money, and stress. In reality, I am my own worst enemy. None of these things make me drink; only I do this.
I look at myself and see someone I do not recognize. Where have I gone? Who am I any more? When I look in the mirror, this is not who I am. But who am I?
Both of these things may be a product of drinking, but what came first? My brain that tells me that it is ok to drink, or the big fat ass from too much drinking?
Stupid drinking has gotten in the way of recognizing what came first, the chicken or the egg.
. Me at the moment want to hitch up the wagon again and get back on after 20 days Af fell off big time. Woke up with my partners stilletto firmly lodged in my arse. I seriously think I am going to need an operation to have it removed. Opened my bleeding eyes to a horrible smell and realised my nose was millimeters from being firmly planted in my dogs arse. Here I am thinking my partner chose to forgive my transgression and cuddled up with me. Alcohol what a barstard forget about bad relationships this is the worse one to be in. My head has set its compass for that 20 day AL free space again I can remember it a truly wonderful place to be in. With a clear head then Ill think about which came first.
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