Geoff that is such a good description of the internal chatter.
Bam I hope you're safely tucked up. As Geoff says this week could be a good opportunity for you to get some good sobriety under your belt even if DP is drinking.
I read this today and wanted to post it to the thread, from I Fly At Night's FB feed. She's just celebrated a year sober, but had (as she would put it) about a million 'false starts' beforehand. I've tried and failed to link to it here, but if you search for "I Fly At Night" on FB it's her latest post. Here's some of the text from it:
I've had a lot of people message me asking what made the difference? After so long of stumbling, what helped me actually put sober time together? How'd I make it past day 2, 20, 50. There's no single answer, but the biggest piece is this: I STOPPED LOOKING FOR THE THIRD DOOR. I finally realized, after much, MUCH, research that another option - one besides continuing as I was with drinking, or getting sober - didn't actually exist.
+ There was no 'controlled drinking' (even though I could control it sometimes, it wasn't sustainable).
+ There was no 'learning how to drink like a lady'.
+ There was no way to rewind back to the days where I could 'handle it.'
+ There was NO WAY to reverse back and un-cross that invisible line where I went from a regular drinker to a problem drinker.
+ There was no way to be sober-but-not-really-sober-all-the-time (couldn't I just drink now and then, on special occasions? Did it really have to be all or nothing?!).
+ There was no way I wasn't going to have to really change my life.
+ I was not special; there was no edge case just for me (I HATED THIS ONE).
In short, I finally, regretfully, painfully and not without a huge fight stopped looking for a third door. I stopped fighting with reality. The reality was that my drinking days were through. The reality was that what once was was no longer (and hadn't been for a long time). The reality was God had a much, much, much better plan for me.
This was as much a discovery as it was a decision, day after day. I sat like a 3 year-old having an epic temper tantrum in front of door two, and then finally opened it a crack. Then some more. Then I walked through. Then I jumped back out and shut it again, "hell no!" And then I walked through it again. And again. And again. Until I realized it was so much more beautiful and free behind that door than anything I could have imagined elsewhere. But it took time and FAITH. Walking through door two takes epic amounts of faith.
Let me tell you, a split mind is purgatory. It is total hell. It's exhausting and futile. To all of my sisters and brothers who are still arguing with reality, I feel you. I get it. If and when you decide to walk through door two, there will be thousands of loving arms ready to high five you and walk you through until you want to be there.