“The Icing on the Shit Cake of My Life…”

The second I said those words (the title of this post), I knew I regretted it. The full sentence I said was, "Our marriage is the icing on the shit cake of my life." It was mean, hateful, cruel and not the truth. The reality is that I was hurting from so much at the …

It’s been a while…

I haven't written in a while. I've been busy, pre-occupied, stressed, optimistic, fearful, tired, hopeful, etc. I'm a mixed bag of emotions, honestly. But I felt the need to give an update to how my life is going. I won't lie, I am in the midst of the most difficult struggle of my life. It …

I had a beer…

(Ignore the title, I’m reblogging an old post. At the moment, I am alcohol free…)

Obviously, I have been here before. Today marks 99 days.
I want to drink.
I had another argument with my wife. It’s always the same. I hate myself as a result of our relationship. I want to tell her I’ll be out of her life by next weekend and then just spend the next week drinking myself to oblivion.
That’s what my dis-ease is telling me. That’s what Hilda is telling me.
I haven’t done my 4th step yet. I can’t seem to address my two biggest resentments – my wife and myself.
I have no idea how I’m going to make it. I want to drink. All day yesterday the negativity around me was firing my nerves. I wanted to drink. Then this morning shit happened that is too hard to go into detail as I write this post on my phone. I am dying to go to Old Chicago in three hours when it opens and drink as much beer as I can. The only thought reverberating around my head is how much I want out of my life.
At this moment, I’m sitting in my car, at a park and going through my old posts trying to find my reason for not drinking. The last time I made it to 99 days – almost 2 years ago – I gave it up on a whim. Today, my thoughts are intentional…

Acquiescent Soul

I made it 99 days (this past Saturday), before I decided to drink a beer. I went to dinner with my wife, she ordered a glass of wine and I ordered a beer. I drank one beer with dinner. I felt guilty, but I felt guilty because I felt like I would be letting AA (Alcoholics Anonymous) members down. I don’t feel guilty that I’m doing something to myself.

I didn’t feel any urge to continue drinking. It was one beer that tasted good while I ate a steak and creamed spinach. My wife and I continued our date that night and attended a comedy club, where I ordered iced tea.  I didn’t have the urge to drink. I wasn’t craving any more beer. Everything felt fine.

Obviously, this has me questioning if I am an alcoholic. What if I am not? What if I simply found that alcohol was…

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Pain…

I'm working on my 4th Step from the Alcoholics Anonymous program. It's painful. For those who do not know, it's an accounting process of every resentment you feel and addressing those resentments. That's the short version of it. What you're not told is the pain, anger, gnashing of teeth you go through as you begin …

An Update…

Hi ya'll! I know it's been a while since I've posted - and my posts have been very sporadic over the past few months - but I wanted to post an update what I've been up to lately. Truthfully, I'm not even sure if anyone is still actively following/reading my blog, but I'm going to …