My Truth About Sobriety- Some Days- It F*&%$ing Sucks

In the blogosphere of late, I have come across many honest, heart-felt posts about what it’s like to be sober, to get help, to live a sober life. Having such emotions personally, I felt compelled to share. I am approaching one year of sobriety Friday and this past weekend threw me for a loop- and an angry one at that.
Here’s what happened and how I felt:

Bitch 1. My husband and brother-in-law had a few beers and left the remainders in the outside fridge. I have one hard, rule and that is NO alcohol can remain in my house after the imbibers go. They either take it with them or my husband disposes of it. This didn’t happen. I was pissed off and resentful that my husband didn’t follow this rule. Alcoholism is a family disease and having beer- despite the fact that it was some nasty Pabst crap- is like putting a hand grenade on my back and asking me to run; it’s dangerous. When I confronted him the next day about it, he said he forgot. I came unglued and went on a tirade about how I have asked one thing (not true, I’ve asked for many things over the past year)and that he CAN’T forget. When he forgets, I feel like he is saying, “I don’t understand your disease and I am going to carry on with my life no matter what it may or may not trigger for you. F*((ing deal with it.” Of course, this is NOT what he saying, but that is not what I am hearing.

Bitch 2: The argument continues (later in the day) with me telling him he HAS to understand that I do not want to go to a family party when the whole point is drinking and to “fill the tub full of beer.” I have opted to stay home or to drive separately because I need an out. He isn’t satisfied with this and thinks it’s ridiculous that I don’t want to be around his family. I feel like a caged animal and I am angry. I will not be forced into any situation that may compromise my sobriety. I remind him that HE is the one who gave me an ultimatum last year: “Quit drinking, get some help, or the kids and I are gone.” I took that to heart and tell him that I did what he demanded and he has to accept that this is my new normal. Maybe he needs to try Al-Anon, I tell him.

Bitch 3: He tells me that I am not the woman he married. No, I am not. I don’t want to hang with our old “friends” or go to the ole watering hole because the sole purpose is to drink. I want to do things that do not involve alcohol. He says this is not realistic. I know this as I have been with him on a company trip for 7 days in an all-you-can-drink atmosphere; I’ve attended professional baseball games, pre-parties, post parties, Christmas parties, Fourth of July parties, weddings, baby showers, let’s-get-together-and-drink-because-we-can parties, etc. But WHAT THE HELL DO SOBER PEOPLE DO FOR FUN???? Well, we go for walks, go to movies, enjoy our children, garden, snow ski, water ski, exercise, visit with other nondrinkers, ice skate, roller skate, journal, read, go to meetings, work. As for not being the same woman he married, I say thank God. I have changed and I like to think for the better. I tell him to go to Al-Anon. Again. This is my mantra, I swear. He never takes me up on it.

Bitch 4: “I know you are a ‘better’ person now, with your new-found relationship with God, your sponsor, your sobriety, but what about me? I feel I am not good enough for you anymore.” I’ll be honest, when I hear that, I cringe. I cringe because I have (admittedly) had those same thoughts. I have worked pretty damn hard to get where I am. I have disclosed stuff to my sponsor that my collection of confessions to the priests over the years don’t even come close to the truth. And while the shame burns my cheeks some days, I know I am not alone when I am with my sober friends. I am getting help; he is not. I cannot carry this family alone; I tell him to go to Al-Anon. Again.

I could go on and on, but I will spare all of you the details of every aspect of my marriage over the past year. The point of all this is SOBRIETY IS HARD. Fucking hard. On the whole family. There are some days when I think drinking would be easier. Some days I feel like, Jesus, I have no friends left; my husband is miserable but is putting on a happy face and I miss the belly laughs we would have while on our way to a good buzz. I don’t go to work Happy Hours because I feel awkward. When I run into people who haven’t seen me in a while, they ask where I’ve been and I mutter, “Oh super busy with the kids” because like it or not, this IS a disease where we are judged by our “lack of morality”. I sit and listen to people judge a woman who committed suicide after being sober one week. “How could she be so selfish?” “What is SO bad that she had to drink THAT much?” “Seriously, her kids will never be the same. She should have never done this.” I listen in silence as I can identify with every thought that woman may have had. I got help and it worked so far; she tried and it was too much for her to bear. Who am I to judge?
At the end of the day, I look back at the struggles. I know it’s okay to cry; I am still grieving the old life I had no matter how fucked up and unhealthy it was. It was a life I lived for 44 years and while screwed up, it was comfortable. But, I honestly do not miss how I felt both physically and spiritually. I was truly defunct in those areas. I know that my life is much better today and that is what gets me through the tough times.
Sobriety IS hard and anyone who says it’s a walk in the park is either a. not an alcoholic or b. never tried or c. in denial
Aside from all of the bullshit, I Do have more good days than bad. And that is what keeps me sober today.


4 thoughts on “My Truth About Sobriety- Some Days- It F*&%$ing Sucks

  1. Thank you. I needed to read your post this morning. 79 days and counting. I miss my “old life.” I miss “living.” I may be sober, but I feel angry and deprived and empty. For these next 24, I have found solace in your words.

    • Jennifer,
      Hang in there! This is why we have the blogs and online forums. I am glad you were able to identify with me.Giving up alcohol is giving up a friend. Often it’s a best friend who is a really unreliable, toxic, shitty friend that we keep going back to because at one point, the relationship was somewhat healthy. We found happiness in it. Over time, we kept chasing that feeling, but we are never quite able to get there. It’s okay. Feel the feelings; grieve the grief. They are totally normal. I am here for you if you need me.

  2. Linda – do you read Fern’s “Emotional Drinking” blog? I read your post and I nearly fell over because Fern has been writing about this *exact* same thing.

    One of the comments on that particular post (she has a few in a row that deal with her husband and her’s relationship with her sober), was ““When someone says you’ve changed, it just means you’ve stopped doing things their way.” I thought that very powerful, and reminded me of it when you just mentioned it.

    If you had some sort of “acceptable” (my word) illness that meant you couldn’t drink, would this be an issue with him still? I don’t know your husband, so I am not jumping on him of course – but it’s an interesting thought. Hell, I had to learn to do other things too when I first got sober! I didn’t know I could do other things other than drink! I am STILL finding out things I can do sober…and have fun. The big myth is that we’re a bunch of grim faced somber totem poles just festering and rotting away. I know that in the last few years of drinking, i was far from having fun. i was in hell. So for the normal drinkers out there, there is no way of understanding this. But some compassion and some understanding from our spouses go a long way. Hey, I don’t know what it’s like to have cramps or PMS or anything like that, but I take my wife’s word when she’s hurting, or she tells me to stay away…lol. I don’t have to have it to be empathetic.

    Anyway, I am obviously preaching to the choir here. I hope that he able to understand where you are coming from. It takes time for our spouses / partners to come around too. not all want to go to alanon. My wife went to two meetings and didn’t like it. She read a pamplet or two , just enough to see that she wasn’t alone. And that was that. Everyone comes to their own healing…some take longer than others.

    Hope all works out soon.


    • Wow. This makes so much sense. I have not read the aforementioned blog, but I will now! Thank you. Now that I have had some time and distance and I reread the post, I sound so damn whiny and victimized. HA! But, we all have growing pains and life itself is not easy. Sometimes, I forget that alcoholism is not the end all be all precursor on life and that the “normies” have issues to contend with as well.
      I also have to learn to accept that , like you wife, my husband may not ever go to Alanon. But HIS program won’t work for me just like mine won’t work for him. It’s all stuff I know, but sometimes the distance from what is “right” catches me off guard.
      This is great. Thanks, Paul. You rock!

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