This is my second anniversary of my first attempt at getting sober. When the days get darker, and the holidays get closer, I can feel the tugging, the pulling, ever so slightly.
"Come back! You remember the wine with the turkey, the warm Drambuie with a slice of pecan pie, the bold red wine with a prime rib dinner and the spiced wine at a winter outdoor event. It was FUN! You can always control it, you can stop at one drink."
Then you remember the guzzling of whiskey, drowning the make believe pain your addiction had created; it laughing at you as you obeyed. You remember never sobering up completely, the numerous times you almost were caught, your brain not working right, the mistakes you were making. You think about your kids, and how much more they like you sober; how it would break them to lose you a second time.
Never again.
Friday Music - Goldfrapp
Looking forward to a quieter weekend. Who am I kidding? I already know I will be dragged out at 10 Saturday night. Underrated dance song.
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Another year down. Was in New Orleans, Savannah, Chicago, the Great Wilderness, and San Francisco. I had one of the better years of my life.
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This reminds me so freaking much of 83 and 84... I remember when a muse tried to trick me. She pretended to hate something she was to see...
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I like when you rub up against me, as you make sure no one is looking. I just prefer the direct approach. Let's find a quieter place.
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