I am so fucking angry, last night we went to my parents' place for a quiet dinner for my brother's birthday (he's doing his thesis at the moment so didn't want a big shindig). We got there and Dad offered me some sparkling wine, as usual. I said no thanks because I'd been having stomach pains all day (true). He said something to the effect of "Oh that's no good!" and proceeded to pour me a glass and handed it to me.
FUCK!!
What the fuck was I supposed to do, with my substance of addiction literally shoved in my face, pour it down the sink?! I'm only human!
So I drank it, resentfully and regretfully. Then drank the glass of red wine he poured me for dinner.
Ridiculous. This morning I feel like I've been hit by a bus but I think it's more psychological than anything.
Lucky Octsober hasn't officially started yet ay 8)
Back on board the sober train!!