jaba wrote:
Newlife I am there with you,
My Mother in-law introduced me to her family as the only mistake her son ever made!
Jaba
That woman would have been dead to me right then and there! Ugh! I was blessed with two wonderful mother-in-laws. My first one and I had a bit of a rough patch when her son and I got divorced but worked it out over time.
Ocean, it has taken me a couple of days to respond to your post here because it touched me so deeply. I had to fully absorb it, and stop the sniveling and crying so I could type. So, I am bucking up and coming clean about why I have not shared with my husband that I am using nal. The very first time I have ever said to anyone other than myself that I am an alcoholic was the day I typed it here on this forum. My husband obviously knows that I have drinking issues, although, because he travels so much, he really does not have an idea of just how much I drink. I drink a lot more when I am alone. I am able to control my drinking when out with him at business dinners, etc. When we get home, though, he is tired and goes to bed and I sit downstairs and get plastered without his knowledge. I started hiding alcohol upstairs so that if we were having a bottle of wine with dinner, I could supplement by running upstairs and having a shot of vodka. So, on nights when he thought I might have had three drinks, I probably had 5, 6, or more. So, to tell him about the nal, I would have to say those dreaded words to him, and I just can't. I know I am going to have to say them at some point, but I want it to be when I am better. I know he would be supportive but he would try to help and I don't think I could handle that. I ordered the nal online and have told nobody. It was kind of funny yesterday...I ordered a six month supply and timed the order so that it would arrive while he was away. It didn't show. My husband runs out to get the mail as soon as it gets here and I was scared it would come yesterday. My husband was in the bathroom when the mail came and I ran outside and there was the nal with "medication for personal use" marked all over it. As I was bringing it into the house I heard him coming downstairs. I stashed it in the garage and had to go and get it later to put away. I felt sick at the subterfuge but I know it is for the best. I do feel a little selfish, and your comment regarding that being okay meant so much to me, Ocean. Thank you. My counselors in this process have been the participants in this forum and I am beyond grateful for each of you, no matter where you are in this struggle.
Not telling my husband has presented some interesting problems. Yesterday my husband was working from home in the morning and then took the rest of the day off. He told me that he had a surprise for me and had reservations for a nice lunch. Great! We never drink with lunch unless we are on vacation so I did not give nal a thought. As we were driving and took an exit, I knew where he was taking me! There is a lovely winery not too far from our house and they have a wonderful restaurant. It was a beautiful day here and they have outside seating on a veranda. I panicked. What if they came around with a taste of one of their new wines? I got into my purse, digging for a nal and took it right in front of him. I told him I was getting a bit of a headache and took an exedrine just in case. I checked the time. We got to the restaurant 20 minutes later, a couple of minutes before our reservation. When we checked in the hostess mentioned that my husband had made a reservation for a wine tasting lunch. I asked if it was ok if we walked through some of their gardens before we ate. She said sure. Slowly, I strolled through the gardens, killing time. My husband and I were both starving so he was scratching his head. Finally they came to get us to bring us to our table. 40 minutes the nal had been in me. I had to stop in the bathroom and killed time in there. I had to look very carefully over the menu. I had a hard time choosing which three wines I wanted to taste. Could the waiter come back? By the time our wine came, I was 55 minutes in. There of course, is the mandatory breathing time, so I made it. Not once did I think about cheating by even one moment. So, I had six ounces of wine with lunch. Usually that would mean I would want to continue drinking. I didn't. We came home and sat by the pool and read. I am usually the one who suggests a drink while we are sitting there but I didn't. At about 5:30, five hours after my first drink, I had a beer at my husband's suggestion. Wow, maybe things are changing!
I have a lot of stuff to write and I do not expect any of you to read through it and find it fascinating. I have to write it down, though, so I can come back to it some day.
I am beginning to understand a little bit what drives my drinking. I know that once I hit the point that I have had "too much", I am not going to want to stop. That is just it. I think that is typical of an alcoholic. I do think, however, that drinking is more of a habit for me than anything. When I have an alcohol free day, I do not white knuckle it. Once I make the decision I am ok with it. Done. Decide to give it up altogether then? Not so fast. That would put me into a panic. I hope to get to the point that I don't reach for that evening glass out of habit and when I can not think twice about having a glass of wine or two at a social event without feeling like I have to continue to drink.
My side effects do not seem as bad now. I have been afraid to lower the dose because I have not seen a big change in my drinking. I realized yesterday that on Thursdays I volunteer for a program at a homeless shelter. The program is from 6:30 to 7:30 and I get home around 8:00. I used to keep the nal in my pocket and take it at 6:55 on the dot. Then I started taking it in the car at 7:30. Then I started taking it when I got home and waiting until 9:00 for that first drink. I guess that is progress.
Last Thursday was the last meeting with this particular group at the homeless shelter and the woman I had been sponsoring for six months did not show up for her graduation. I was left with a gift and flowers for her. It was embarrassing and annoying and I wanted a drink. I took the nal in the car but waited until 9:15 when my husband got home to have a drink. That was hard 45 minutes to wait and that was when I realized how much of a comfort alcohol is to me when I am feeling emotional in any way.

I also realize that using alcohol as a comfort is a habit for me. When I have had a bad day, the first swallows of al are going to relieve a lot of tension for me. I need to find something else that comforts me in the same way. A hot bath maybe? That needs to become the habit I turn to.