I was sober for 13 days. Almost lost my job but clung onto it (British Army for 13, nearly 14 years). I met a girl in AA's whom I love to bits, when she's sober.
I'm such an emotional fuck-up, I think (pop psychology there).
It's her Birthday today so she texted me last night saying she'd got 4 cans of Stella Artois and 2 litres of cider and she'd started drinking. So I texted back and said "I don't want you drinking on your own, 'cos I know how much it can fuck your head up. I'm coming over." She texts back saying "yeah, I don't want you to drink but if you want to come over do it". This was about 5pm yesterday.
I live on the barracks and a few weeks ago we had a block party (I was on the wagon at this point so I wasn't drinking) and there was still a half-full bottle of Jim Beam in the shared kitchen. I filled up an empty Lucozade bottle half Jim Beam and half Coke and started drinking it on my way to the bus stop outside the barracks. 13 days sober and started feeling better about myself down the drain!
I caught the bus because I've recently lost my license for a year by declaring to the DVLA that I had a drink problem. I have a beatiful jet black SAAB 9-3 (150Bhp, turbo diesel) sitting on the barracks that I'm not allowed to drive, so I'm trying to sell it at the moment.
She texted me on the bus saying "are you in town yet?", 'cos she texts more when she's had a drink. A sure sign if you know an alcoholic that they've had a drink.
I was coming up on the Jim Beam 'nCoke by now. I texted some daft stuff back about me falling over on the bus, as I fell over on the bus a couple of months ago when I was drinking and split the top of my nose open and got chucked off for rolling around the bus floor.
I'm trying to keep this story cheerful as I'm drinking again and as dEUS said "for every sad story, there's a funny side".
I eventually got into town and finished my bottle off, flagged a cab at the train station and went via the off-license to get 2 bottles of chardonnay and 4 cans of strong cider (K).
When I got to my girl friends (intentional space) house she's pretty happy and we hug and kiss for a while. I'd downloaded and burned off the new Jamie-T album because she loves him, even though it's not really my cup of tea (I'd rather be listening to morose Indie).
Anyway to cut a long story short, and to add that I can't really remember the next few hours we ended up in bed and she went psycho on me and told me to fuck off really loud and just basically abused me for about 5 minutes. I'm not saying it was her fault, as I was undoubtedly being a tool as well.
I got dressed, went downstairs, slammed the door shut and wandered round the local town at 3am looking for a taxi back to camp.
I've spoke to her this morning and she can't remember telling me to fuck off and leave her alone but she said I was being a real dick. I can't remember being a real dick but I can imagine myself trying to be funny and failing. I'm not a fighting drunk, but I can be a vocal idiot when I'm drunk, so that's what she must have meant.
I woke up this morning with the familiar feeling of a hangover and started shaking a bit. I must have damaged my nerves, as I've been drinking pretty hard since I was 15, and I'm 34 on Tuesday. I walked to the local shop and got a bottle of wine and a couple of Newcastle Brown Ales (my home town). I've finished the Newcy Brown and am half-way through the wine as I type this.
I've told her that I can't do this anymore and that I know it's her birthday and mine is in 2 days but she's ambivalent about it, it seems. V grumpy on the phone. I've told her that we shouldn't even text each other anymore and we're both going to go to AA meetings in two separate towns. She's asked me for my address so that she can send me a Birthday card on Tuesday, but I think that'll be the last correspondence.
I'm not happy about not seeing her for a few months. I'm not even sure what the next few months without a text from her will mean, but I know we're bad for each other if one of us is drinking.
Thanks if you made it this far. If I was sober enough I'd start a blog.