Morning, tis me, Mouse
Matty - welcome back, I second what everyone has said re talking to your DP. Making it 'real' will take the pressure off you sweetheart. Keeping a secret is hard work. I have no doubt that he will support you, be there for you and help you because he loves you :)
Purps - what time are you at the GP, I bet you've posted by the time I finish this! I wrote everything down when I went because I couldn't say it out loud. I was too scared to admit what a mess I was in. I drove to the docs over the limit from two days previously, that's how bad it was 
Be honest. Let it all out. So what if you cry, I did, Buckets. It was such a relief to finally say 'Help, please, please help me'.....
I'm thinking of you xxxxx
I'm loving what Jesus said about having one day off and sticking to it and then once that day is nailed, add another, then another...... that's kind of how I tried the first time. I'd reduce my intake, bit by bit. BTW, that post you wrote was me not that long ago, bursting into DD's room, dancing round the lounge til 2am, waking her, showing off, then swinging to the complete opposite, the down side and wanting to end it all for being a worthless mother and wife
- I felt every word hitting me hard JWN
I started by swapping full fat wine for spritzers, cutting out the voddy, and upped the water and soft drinks. Pomegranate juice in a tall glass, with slimline tonic and a couple of chunks of lime with crushed ice is lush. You can make anything you like, especially now that spring is springing into action (she says looking at the freezing fog rolling across the hills and garden
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It's not easy is it? It's not fair. Why can't we drink? Why can't we just drink what we like and enjoy it?
Because we go too far. Every. Single. Time. So, we either have to not drink or drink in very real, very honest and controlled moderation. I hate being pissed and out of control. I hate having a thick head. I hate the cloggy feeling in my mouth when I wake, the thick fug of emotional crap that swirls around my head when I lie there wondering wtf I did the night before, who I hurt, who I upset, what damage I did etc..............
So I'm with you on that Clutter - me and alcohol have had some great times, genuinely good, fun times but now, I daren;t risk what those good times could turn into. I know myself now, I know my limits, I understand that it takes one sip to many to make my night a regrettable fuck up of a mess.
It's. Just. Not. Worth. It.
Today, I will mostly be taking Nemo out and about to keep him busy and to the big park in town so that he can burn some steam off. I might get to go to the gym for a short while if he'll stay with DH. Cross your fingers for me Babes
Hope you're all okay out there, wherever you are xxx