So my “FRIEND” ended up dragging me out and about with him this week. “A last bender” he called it. At least he paid for it all. This was after I told him that I couldn’t do this anymore, that I need to stop drinking and get on with the rest of my life. He agreed. Well, and then my boss gave me a promotion this week. I’m now the head-honcho guy! Comes with a small raise, and a huge amount of more responsibility, but that’s ok. I can handle it. Gave me a boost in my retirement plan too. I just might be able to retire by the time I’m 65! Whooohooo! Well, that means a lot to me actually.
So my “FRIEND” wanted to celebrate all that with me and give me a good send-0ff binge drunk. What a FRIEND. He left town this morning, thank God. He doesn’t expect to be back in at least 6 weeks. I told him to not expect me to be drinking when he gets back. He congratulated me on my resolve and wished me good luck. I told him I was dead serious. He bought me another drink to celebrate.
But, ya, now that he’s gone…this IS IT for me. I’m done! I’m more than done!! If I can’t get sober over the next week, I’ll check myself into rehab, detox, whatever it takes. Wish me luck.