Hello, venus here, hovering in the clouds and watching the the journey of the little bus and all who are on it. Looks like a bumpy road with some twists and turns but with everybody together you know that even if the bus breaks down completely, you can all get out and push it round the next bend (of course I'm too old to do any pushing, and JWN in her heels will probably be useless).
Actually hovering in an airport, had coffee orange juice, apple juice, mushroom panini. Not a drop of alcohol.
Well done msgee for catching yourself last night. Why don't you just take that bottle out of the fridge, and replace it with something else so that tonight when you fancy a glass of something chilled there will be something lovely and non-alcoholic for you. Takes some deliberate thought, but no more than deliberately planning to drink.
Interesting reading about other people's struggles. Thank goodness I am in a good place just now (so how f'ing mad that I would risk losing it for a drink (or several)), but if I think back to when exh and I split there were some terrible years. Living in a crap rented flat, moving every six months, nights when my dds would be with ex and I would howl with anguish at their empty beds, a temporary contract that had me traveling silly miles every day, had my lease car taken away and couldn't afford to buy a car - yuk, yuk, yuk. One morning I had to get a new photo for my security pass, I was disgustingly hungover, had slept-in and had not washed my hair or put on any make up, I looked awful. And I had to walk around for 3 years with the evidence hanging around my neck for all to see.