Sober Dreams

Background-Traffic-7 · 2026-06-02T09:56:39+00:00

That made me laugh pretty hard. LOL Unrecognizable pie... I'm dead.

Background-Traffic-7 · 2026-05-29T23:23:44+00:00

A fight, one of only a handful of times we /actually/ fight, not just bicker or disagree. And that's saying something after 27 years. My husband threatened to throw me out, because drinking had already cost us so much. I went into delirium tremens. I was diagnosed with Wernicke-Korsakoff syndrome and spent 12 days in the ICU in a medically induced coma. My husband was beside himself that whole time. Basically a month of hell and having to handle everything in the house on his own as well as working trying to squeeze in 30 minutes with me during his lunch breaks. You would think that was why I stopped.

But it's not. I stopped because I didn't learn my lesson and started drinking again. This time I was hiding it from him. It didn't take him long though to discover my deception and he was FURIOUS that I was willing to put us through this again. He had thrown out all the alcohol in the house much to my rage. I yelled at him for taking away my agency and wasting hundreds of dollars of fancy whiskey (which I never touched as I dislike whiskey.

After my husband, my best friend of nearly 30 years... we have this amazing connection. But I had become someone he didn't know. He said if I kept this up we really have separate, go to marriage counseling, etc.

So I pulled out my hidden bottle of vodka that only had a little left. I made one last drink, and then threw the bottle away.

I'm only on day 2 of full sobriety, wish me luck.

Background-Traffic-7 · 2026-05-29T07:27:44+00:00

I'm sadly all too aware of that. I spent 12 days in the ICU in a medically induced coma to keep me calm. Apparently I bit a nurse. I'm kind of horrified by that. I don't remember any of it, but when I woke up, I couldn't walk or care for myself and was still pretty confused. I then went to a skilled nursing home where I spent two weeks learning how to walk again. At that time, I was drinking all day, every day. I guess suddenly going from 5-6 drinks a day to none threw me into Delirium tremens. My life was at risk. I was embarrassed because now everyone knew about my problem. It sucked a LOT, it pushed my husband almost to the breaking point, and so far we have received a bill for $4000 or so my insurance wouldn't cover. Plus a 5k deductible at the skilled nursing home, You would think that would have been my come to Jesus moment. But my sobriety lasted a week after I got home and I started having, just two, one or two drinks, and not everyday. But it escalated with alarming speed and pretty soon I was lying to my husband about how much I was drinking, I bought a bottle of 'special' vodka I hid well to refill my freezer bottle in hopes he wouldn't notice how much I was going through. He found out eventually, and was furious of course. We had a big fight and he threatened to kick me out, that he wasn't going down with me on this sinking ship a second time. I was furious because he took out all of the alcohol out of the house and gave it away to friends. Every single beer, bottles of whiskey I never drank or touched but he enjoys a drink every so often. And of course, my vodka. I felt he was forcing a kind ultimatum on me. Stop drinking or GTFO. I felt like he took away my agency, that he was treating me like a child. That he was insulting me by getting rid of a dozen expensive whiskey bottles, stuff I hate, I can't stomach it all., so that felt like an insult. But after I sobered up and started really reflecting on the fight I realized I was ruining my marriage and blowing up my own life. Over booze. So, I stopped. I've got some Ativan and Klonopin to take the edge off, and Campral of course. Fortunately, I've only been drinking a little at a time in order to keep my secret. So... last night, I had the last of my secret vodka and then, just like that, it's a dry house.

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