Thank you Brighit
Yes, DH and I are friends again although I must admit, I do wish he had one of those jobs where he had to work away a couple of nights a week. Having the house to myself a couple of nights a week would be bliss
We fought because he offered me a beer, three times in a row and I kept saying no. We'd had a very stressful day with the builders, I was in a foul mood because the baby being ill had made it impossible to achieve anything all day (and it was the wrong time of the month), one of our suppliers had let us down etc. He wanted to know how the hell we were supposed 'let off steam' together if I wasn't going to drink. I see his point. It is true that we have always ended a stressful day by getting the kids to bed and sinking into the sofa together with a drink. I didn't have any answers for him.
I so nearly drank last night. I felt awful, throat was killing, still incredibly stressed and the little voice inside my head said, 'you may as well drink, you're going to feel crappy tomorrow anyway'. We had friends over for dinner, I hadn't managed to shop / cook because of the baby so I'd ordered an Indian and lots of Cobra. Anyway I didn't drink. I downed a bottle of fizzy water and went to bed with a Lemsip and a copy of "Sober is the new Black" as soon as I'd finished eating leaving DH at the table with (his) friends. He wasn't impressed.
Honestly I thought I'd be feeling a bit better by now. I just feel negative and anxious and completely unsure of myself. We've got two bloody things to go to tonight - drinks with our new neighbours followed by a fondue and schnapps party with lots of old friends. I don't want to go to either. I'm driving to the party so I have an excuse not to drink and I'm still telling everyone it's because of my kidneys anyway. I just feel so meh that I know I'm not going to have anything to say for myself. Booze would have helped with that! I could curl up in bed and just say I'm ill - I mean I am actually ill - but DH would be annoyed with me. He knows that if I was drinking, I would go regardless of being ill.
I can't bare the way he looks at me - utter exasperation. We've had plenty of half-hearted stabs at dry months before (he managed fine, I didn't) but I think he knows this is something different. I fell asleep at a dinner party a couple of weeks ago and something snapped. I'm sick and tired of feeling sick and tired. I have four kids and I want to be the best mother I can be for them - alcohol blows my ability to do that out of the water.
Ugh sorry for the monumental moan....I will go to M&S this morn and buy a couple of bottle of Lemon & Ginger soda to down with my fondue....thanks Doña 