Why did I stop? It works, a bit. I began to notice something about the perfect balance.
All this time I was in a relationship, and we both drank. A pattern was beginning to form in my brain, a sort of learning.
Drinking relieves stress, and then causes it, but the stress caused by drinking, at least for a while, helps to screen out your real worries. With drink, there always seems to be a solution.
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I felt in control. I loved walking around off-licences, and picking up bottles, and holding them.
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My father drank very little until late middle-age.
A glass of wine here and there. I'll be back shortly.
One year I started drinking on 27 April, because I was in a houseboat in a harbour and I was offered a glass of wine. I lost weight.
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By the time everybody had Beautiful housewives wants real sex Kerrville three drinks, four bottles would be gone. I sometimes wonder when I started lying to myself. In my 20s the bravado still existed; drinking carried a certain status. Another year I did not quit until March, but punished myself for that lapse with eight months of sobriety instead of the usual four.
You find yourself in a difficult situation.
There were three bouts of heavy drinking, each more serious than the last. I saw that most people, almost everybody in fact, did not care whether or not I drank at their parties.
Then a bit less. But you never know where the line is. Boyfriend hooks up with hot chic at party and hurries home, girlfriend none the wiser.
So you need to drink a bit more to get the same buzz. For a few seconds, my mind would be racing. In his 40s, a very light drinker, he used Granny hotties warn me about my drinking.
I was filled with a powerful urge to drink: finally, the sweet spot. I thought about my family. What did I drink last night?