I remember the first time I ever got drunk. It was at our family holiday home and I was probably 15 or 16 and it was down on the beach drinking Marque Vue. Not sure how to spell that, we used to call it Marque Spew anyway, which is kind of ironic considering that night I did spew. In the bath. Marshmallows. Must have eaten a whole packet and out they came. Pink and white, almost whole, in the bath. Oh charming.
There must be people in the world (with delicate constitutions?) who have an experience like that and decide never to overindulge on alcohol ever again. Not me. That first experience didn't put me off, no sirree bob! No delicate constitution here, I've got the stomach of an ox! I've been pounding it and overindulging on the grog ever since. Well until about 2 months ago that is when I made this huge decision to live a sober life and be a *gasp* NON DRINKER!!!!!!!
Told my Dad this morning. I've got the language down pat now, so can get my reasons across pretty quick.
"I've always had a taste for it but lately it's been running away on me"
"I've got such a dysfunctional, unhealthy relationship with alcohol"
"I'm not in the slightest bit interested in 1 or 2 glasses of wine, I want 4. Or 6."
Dad was supportive, said he was proud of me. Time is what I really need to show everyone how serious I am. I'm sure there are some doubters. They'll see. I'll prove to them I mean it.
In one and a half weeks I turn 40.
Love, Mrs D xxx