I had a bit of slip up yesterday and I'm feeling awful about it today. I had my years of being an alcoholic and I've closed that chapter of my life. I have no desire to go back to that. I don't even enjoy drinking all that much anymore. I'll keep my drinking to one or two at a social event just to take the edge off. My wife is fine with that and we haven't had any issues in years. I credit her with helping break a lot of my bad habits.
About a month ago we hosted some friends at our house for a BBQ and some football. We picked up some different drinks for everyone and had about 20 beers left over after everyone left. Work has a beer fridge that gets opened at the end of some days for special events, so I boxed up 12 beers in one of the leftover boxes and brought them to work. We put the remaining 8-9 beers in the garage fridge and just sort of forget about them.
Saturday I'm cleaning out in the garage and get some water from the fridge. I see the beers and it refreshed my memory they were in there. Sunday morning we go to church, then head down to the shopping center to pick up a few things. My wife and kids planned to go see a movie that afternoon, so I drove separately. I head back to the house for the Bears game. I'm home alone, turn the game on and figure I'll crack open a beer or two to unwind. Work has been stressful, the kids have a lot of drama and there has just been a lot going on recently.
Two beers turned into about 7 beers. There were some strong IPAs in there, but I was pretty lit for just beer. My tolerance is way down and at some point I just went on auto-pilot mode of grabbing a new beer once I finished my last one. My wife gets home and she's furious with me. I get upset back because I think I'm just trying to unwind from a long week and she's mad that I'm semi-drunk on a Sunday afternoon. We had planned to put the Christmas Tree up that night and decorate it. She then told me she didn't want to do that with me if I was drinking. So I got upset again and went to the garage where I watched some more football and finished off the beers.
I'm sobering up near the end of the Dallas/Philly game and come back into the house. We put the beef aside for the rest of the night. I made myself dinner and we went to bed. Of course this morning I feel terrible physically and mentally. I apologized to my wife and kids, but I still feel terrible. My wife thinks it's something with her that caused me to drink, but it wasn't.
I'm still an alcoholic, but I've been able to successfully thread the needle for years. Yesterday just somehow got away from me and while right now I'm back in the I never want to drink again mindset, I know that will fade. I don't think I want to give up the social drink or two, but knowing I lack self control after a couple drinks kick in is what gets me in trouble. For the record, I only drink about 3-5 times a year.