Was out shopping at the mall yesterday - child free! - and bumped into some mates. We were chowing down in the food hall together having lunch and for some reason I told them I'd given up the booze. Forever! I said. They seemed a little bemused but interested and kind of didn't say much. They probably don't understand why, or know what to say. I was kind of breezy about it. Didn't really explain how dysfunctional my drinking is, although I'm sure I've tried to tell her before.
It's hard for people to really get it. Even Mr D took years to understand me and my dysfunctional drinking and why it is so unhealthy and unsustainable, and it's been staring him in the face for years. No one really knows except you, the drinker.
No-one else can hear your inner voice and feel your insane pull to drink.
No-one else knows your sneaky filling each glass to the rim and slurping the top down immediately.
No-one else knows your one or two drinks out will end in a trip to the store on the way home for another bottle to finish up because once you've started it's very very very very hard to stop.
Love, Mrs D xxx