Hi to all,
I've been reading the posts on this site on and off for a few months. I guess its time to give you an intro. I'm a 47 year old divorced mother of two ages 17 and 21. The alcohol gene runs in my family. My sister and I lost our parents in a car accident when I was 1 (probably alcohol related) although noone talks about it. Grew up with an Aunt and Uncle and cousins. Uncle was a WWII vet and quit his job at GM, started drinking daily, went into a psychiatric hospital was released, but died at age 54. I left home after high school, never to return. Went to college, met my future husband. Fun guy, loved to party. I was only a weekend party girl at that point. We got married, had kids...still only weekends partying with other couples...gawd... how us women (moms) loved to drink our wine. My husband started hitting bars after work after about year 5 into the marriage. Trouble started with him, he would have what the kids and I would call "episodes", abusive, destructive. At that point I started having a glass of wine every night out of fear for him and release of tension. By year 18 we divorced. At about age 40, I started hanging out with a couple of other divorced women. We would go out to happy hour a couple nights a week. That led to dating what I call "bar" men. I'm ashamed at some of my choices and some events that occured. All in all somehow I've raised wonderful kids, "A" students, athletes, scholarships and all. I've been blessed in that regard. Anyway, since 40 years old I've noticed my drinking (nightly) or every other night getting progressively worse. So far this year I have drank the worst, up to 2 bottles of wine at one time sometimes. Yuck! The hangovers as someone else put it are like being "In the Pit of Despair" (from the princess bride movie if you ever seen it). I've tried to quit, but have only made it to day 5. Wine is the only thing I drink. I don't really like beer and I think that mixed drinks are usually too sweet. Yes, I'm a wino! Well that's it in a nutshell. I know if I don't do something it will get worse and (knock on wood) so far nothing worse than a loss of my own self-respect.
Ok, I've rambled on long enough. I will try to keep up with the posting. I do believe it helps.
H
I've been reading the posts on this site on and off for a few months. I guess its time to give you an intro. I'm a 47 year old divorced mother of two ages 17 and 21. The alcohol gene runs in my family. My sister and I lost our parents in a car accident when I was 1 (probably alcohol related) although noone talks about it. Grew up with an Aunt and Uncle and cousins. Uncle was a WWII vet and quit his job at GM, started drinking daily, went into a psychiatric hospital was released, but died at age 54. I left home after high school, never to return. Went to college, met my future husband. Fun guy, loved to party. I was only a weekend party girl at that point. We got married, had kids...still only weekends partying with other couples...gawd... how us women (moms) loved to drink our wine. My husband started hitting bars after work after about year 5 into the marriage. Trouble started with him, he would have what the kids and I would call "episodes", abusive, destructive. At that point I started having a glass of wine every night out of fear for him and release of tension. By year 18 we divorced. At about age 40, I started hanging out with a couple of other divorced women. We would go out to happy hour a couple nights a week. That led to dating what I call "bar" men. I'm ashamed at some of my choices and some events that occured. All in all somehow I've raised wonderful kids, "A" students, athletes, scholarships and all. I've been blessed in that regard. Anyway, since 40 years old I've noticed my drinking (nightly) or every other night getting progressively worse. So far this year I have drank the worst, up to 2 bottles of wine at one time sometimes. Yuck! The hangovers as someone else put it are like being "In the Pit of Despair" (from the princess bride movie if you ever seen it). I've tried to quit, but have only made it to day 5. Wine is the only thing I drink. I don't really like beer and I think that mixed drinks are usually too sweet. Yes, I'm a wino! Well that's it in a nutshell. I know if I don't do something it will get worse and (knock on wood) so far nothing worse than a loss of my own self-respect.
Ok, I've rambled on long enough. I will try to keep up with the posting. I do believe it helps.
H
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