acargozoom
09-23-2008, 11:45 AM
This may sound like a stupid thing to say, but I'm still questioning if I truly am an alcoholic. Deep down I am pretty sure I have a problem. I just never let it get completely out of control. When I was a teenager I was like most who went wild going to night clubs and parties drinking till you puked. When I was 19 I met a guy who was 13 years older then me. He was an alcholic that quit the day we met. He decided that I was worth quiting for and started going to AA. We spent 7 years together which all of those years he stayed dry ( he's still dry to this day) and I being the faithful wife did not drink one sip in all those years to support my alcholic husband, I even studied books on alcholism to better understand him. Well things didn't work out and we ended up divorcing (nothing to do with drinking). I was 25 years old and a single mother. I started having the occasional glass of wine thinking he was the one with the problem not me so I could start drinking no problem.
Then I met the nicest guy in the world who I ended up married to and we had a son together. His parents own a lake cottage that the all the family goes to every summer. My husband's parents are the type of people that when 4 pm rolls around it's cocktail time. Next thing I knew I was having 2-3 glasses of wine every night in the summer. I carried this tradition on into the winter months at home. The only difference is at home I was drinking alone because my husband does not drink simply because he never liked the taste of alcohol. In the back of my head I would always wonder "is it normal to drink alone at home, what' wrong with a glass or two of wine every night to calm down?" Well the years went by and I never really thought much of it. I kept up with my ritual of a glass of wine or two everyday. Always ignoring that I seemed to be easily affected by one glass. Two glasses and I'm drunk. Always excuses running through my head like, it's healthy to have wine everyday or it's very european to drink wine everyday.
Then my husband and our two children moved to the country, we built a beautiful home on an acreage and started meeting others in our area and having dinner parties. That's when I met a new friend and she would come over almost every evening and we would sit on the veranda and drink a bottle or two of wine together. This is when I starting thinking o.k this can't be right. So when I tried to cut back I found I was getting really irritable and mean. I couldn't go one evening without a glass of wine. I starting thinking about my family history with alcholism and then it came to me...I'm starting the path to becoming an alcoholic, no wait I'm not starting it, could I already be one, is there a such thing as starting? Aren't you already one as soon as your born? That's when I decided to quit drinking completely and when I went cold turkey I knew. The answer was in the insane need I had for that glass of wine. I felt like I was losing my mind. But yet I still question it. That little voice in my head still speaks to me telling me that it was just the stress of the year. The loss of a loved one, the cancer scare, the stress of the weight loss game you've played your whole life, don't worry your not an alcholic the voice says. With all the books I had read in my last marriage I knew the truth.
I think what I'm asking is for someone to tell me, to say to me...you are an alcholic now move on to the next step, admit it to myself and stop trying to convince myself that I'm not.
I've never been to a meeting and I'm not sure if I could walk in there. I'm terrified I'll see someone I know, I live in a small community. I suppose they are there for the same reason I would be.
Then I met the nicest guy in the world who I ended up married to and we had a son together. His parents own a lake cottage that the all the family goes to every summer. My husband's parents are the type of people that when 4 pm rolls around it's cocktail time. Next thing I knew I was having 2-3 glasses of wine every night in the summer. I carried this tradition on into the winter months at home. The only difference is at home I was drinking alone because my husband does not drink simply because he never liked the taste of alcohol. In the back of my head I would always wonder "is it normal to drink alone at home, what' wrong with a glass or two of wine every night to calm down?" Well the years went by and I never really thought much of it. I kept up with my ritual of a glass of wine or two everyday. Always ignoring that I seemed to be easily affected by one glass. Two glasses and I'm drunk. Always excuses running through my head like, it's healthy to have wine everyday or it's very european to drink wine everyday.
Then my husband and our two children moved to the country, we built a beautiful home on an acreage and started meeting others in our area and having dinner parties. That's when I met a new friend and she would come over almost every evening and we would sit on the veranda and drink a bottle or two of wine together. This is when I starting thinking o.k this can't be right. So when I tried to cut back I found I was getting really irritable and mean. I couldn't go one evening without a glass of wine. I starting thinking about my family history with alcholism and then it came to me...I'm starting the path to becoming an alcoholic, no wait I'm not starting it, could I already be one, is there a such thing as starting? Aren't you already one as soon as your born? That's when I decided to quit drinking completely and when I went cold turkey I knew. The answer was in the insane need I had for that glass of wine. I felt like I was losing my mind. But yet I still question it. That little voice in my head still speaks to me telling me that it was just the stress of the year. The loss of a loved one, the cancer scare, the stress of the weight loss game you've played your whole life, don't worry your not an alcholic the voice says. With all the books I had read in my last marriage I knew the truth.
I think what I'm asking is for someone to tell me, to say to me...you are an alcholic now move on to the next step, admit it to myself and stop trying to convince myself that I'm not.
I've never been to a meeting and I'm not sure if I could walk in there. I'm terrified I'll see someone I know, I live in a small community. I suppose they are there for the same reason I would be.