Also sending {{{hugs}}} to Mint. I am
at the strength of your OH's reaction to you keeping sober and healthy, especially when you're grieving for your friend. It speaks volumes about him, not you - but you know that. Sounds like you're having a really horrible time of it. Alcohol would make everything so much worse - your 63 days is fabulous!
I'm getting impatient
. I can almost see myself sober, doing this, ENJOYING IT (fancy that!). Alcohol is a subtle thing. Although most people I know would be like, "you're not THAT bad..." etc etc, as on the surface I do a good impression of a grown up (I used to be v good at acting at school) it's just a facade. Inside I am a scared and grieving 14 year old in arrested development. I have so much more I want to do with my life. I'm sad that alcohol, the need to numb myself, has gradually taken away my writing and my artwork... I just can't be bothered. All the time. It's too much effort. Everything is too much effort. I'll do it tomorrow etc.
But no! I'll put down the drink and take up my pen and paintbrush. It's definitely the subtlety of alcoholism that got me. "Everyone" drinks (they don't, actually - two of my very best friends have never touched it) - you "need" a drink - you "deserve" a drink, "one won't hurt", "you're not THAT bad"...
Slowly, imperceptibly, being erased by it, bit by bit.
Well, I reckon I'm almost back. Bricking it a bit at the thought of detox but also so so excited! I read somewhere that being sober is quite a rebellious thing in our booze-soaked society, and I like that a lot.