Yesterday my AH came home from work with not only the regular six pack he has been drinking every day, but an additional 3 six packs that a customer had stopped off at my husband's job and given him. When he shared that information with me, the first thought that popped in my head was: "Here goes, he's got extra beer in the house now and he's going to feel he has to drink it all tonight!" The good thing is I left that thought in my head and didn't say it out loud to him, the not so good is that I gnawed on that thought like a dog on a bone for a few hours before releasing it to my HP.

I must be learning to detach because I did not let this get me all worked up and end up fussing at him for even accepting that extra beer, etc. Thoughts in my head were harder to release but I feel good that I kept them there and did not enable him in any way when he did end up drinking 2 of those extra six packs. I wanted to tell him to eat his supper, but I didn't and he didn't. I wanted to tell him not to feel that he had to drink more just because more was in our house, but I didn't and he did. And when I woke up around 1am and found him sleeping sitting up in the recliner with the light on and the TV still blaring, I wanted to wake him up, tell him to turn things off and come to bed....but I didn't. He left for work this morning with some of the mess he made still sitting around, and I didn't clean it up for him either. He'll find it waiting for him to pick up when he gets home from work today. Instead of sitting around staring at it all morning, I got dressed and took myself shopping at my favorite place....the Second Time Around Book Store...and even bought myself a book or two.

I'm making progress one step and one day at a time.....and that's what its all about...isn't it?

Wilted