I passed the big test. I spent Christmas at my parents’ place. Alcohol was abundant, but I didn’t touch the stuff. I was even offered a glass of Sherry (my greatest weakness) and said, “no thank you, I don’t drink.”
It’s been 54 days without a single drink of alcohol. Yesterday, on the way back from my parents’ house, I had to pass by the liquor store – the very liquor store I’ve been avoiding for 50 days. Nothing. No urge to go in and buy something. Nothing.
Life seems to be getting back to normal – whatever “normal” is when you’re sober for the first time in 30+ years.
This is getting easier, but I don’t want to let my guard down and slip, so I’m ever-conscious of my weakness for alcohol and I’m finding ways to occupy my time beside drinking.
If I can make it through Christmas, though, I can make it through anything.