Morning, all!
Well, I made it to a whole seven nights in a row alcohol-free. That might not sound like much, but given recent months it's huge for me. Very happy.
DH asked me this morning whether he should put alcohol back in our Christmas grocery delivery (I'd asked him to take it out last week). Why would I want to drink again, having come this far? Yet, weirdly, the devil on my shoulder is there saying, "oh go on... it's Christmas... let your hair down... you've done so well..." 
So I haven't said "yes".
Granted, I haven't said "no" either, but at least I didn't immediately jump at the suggestion.
I've asked him if he could support me before by not suggesting alcohol to me (this isn't me blaming him, btw, I know it's totally my responsibility whether I pick up the first drink or not) when I've been scared my drinking was getting out of control. I've noticed that after a few days of not suggesting a drink he starts again. He himself doesn't drink very much at all but I know (from talking to him) he likes it when I'm tipsy as I let my hair down a bit. (I can be quite serious a lot of the time, particularly during the working week...) (That is, apart from getting sh**faced on a regular basis of course!!
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Rambling, sorry. I told him last week (just before I stopped) some of the scary things that I've done in the past year that made me realise I have a serious problem. Yet he doesn't accept that I'm an alcoholic. Maybe it's the stigma? To me it just seems to be a fact: I have never really been able to drink "sensibly" without huge focus and effort. Given the chance I will drink ALL THE THINGS!!! That's just the way it is. Pretending it is otherwise is just madness.
I suppose he will get there in time...