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I am sure most of you can tell immediately with someone in your family is drinking. It is so interesting to see how their facial features change, their enuciation of words, their body language. I knew immediately he was drinking and so low and behold I found two bottles. I did not throw them away like I use to, because I am not the alcohol police. I simply put them in the cabinet with a note that said why can't you just be honest. He thought I was being very sneaky. Oh come on.
I've heard it all and more. Honestly, I just stopped even touching the bottles and left them where they were. No words, no acknowledgement. I knew the truth and that was all that mattered. To me, it just became NOT WORTH THE FIGHT and the lies and the denials, etc. My serenity was worth more than even discussing it. Keep working your program, stay strong, get to a meeting if you are attending Al Anon, and if not then I'd suggest gently to try the program. I was a screaming, searching, vodka smelling bloodhound before I got into program. So not worth it anymore.
I didn't realize how funny it sounded but I could add in that I searched the trash, and I mean head in the trash can kind of searching at one point. I mean, how crazy would that look? I became the crazy one in the relationship. He was just doing what alcoholics do, they drink. Glad I made you laugh. I finally can laugh at myself and realize how absurd our situation had gotten and how short a period of time it was for us to get there. I love my Al Anon program. I may not be 100% healthy yet but I can see that light at the end of the tunnel despite my AH's continued craziness.
Going to a face to face meeting tonight and maybe I will catch the end of the internet meeting too. Thanks everybody for your comments and support. I don't feel alone anymore.
ILoveDogs, I hope I didn't offend you by laughing...I have just found that in MIP and in meetings that the things I thought only I did were par for the course in dealing with this disease. I searched the trash, laundry baskets (my AH's favorite hiding spot), out in the backyard, in the back of his truck, everywhere. And look where it got me...I am certain I was just as sick, if not more, than he was. To this day, I can't stand the sound of a can opening, even if it's just a soda. Makes me cringe.
