Peace in the house

Since the very brief conversation that we had, the tone in the house has been more peaceful, more gentle. No real whining, carping, no angry skulking from H.

Part of this is that between me stopping drinking and taking anti-depressants, I'm just in a better mood.

But most of this is just H and me clearing the air with a thank you and a you're welcome.

This isn't to say that all issues are resolved (far from it), but I needed to hear some appreciation to remove that chip on my shoulder. And, as much as I stuggle to not have any expectations or needs of H, I needed to hear him acknowledge what it is that I've done and continue to do.

Appreciation

We're in the office, surfing the Web and H says to me, "I love you (singleman's name).

"I love you too, honey."

H continues, "Thank you for not abandoning me."

"You're welcome."

Weekdays of clarity

I haven't had a drink since last weekend and I'm amazed at how clear I'm thinking; people ahead of me in the treatment program say that thinking continues to improve for a long time.

Work is easier, my quick wit (we can debate how funny it is) is returning, and I'm realizing just how much I love H in spite of it all. And a little support from H and our family goes a long way in helping me feel better too.

I also realize just how impaired H is - not just in the "big" things, like not being able to cook a meal - but in small things, like tracking a simple conversation, mumbling half the words in a sentence, or struggling to wash a pan because "no matter how much I wash it, it just feels oily." (It wasn't.)

Weekday schedule now is work 8 - 5 & intensive outpatient treatment (group therapy) 6 - 9:30. Throw in physical therapy and psychotherapy once a week each and 2 AA meetings a week and I'm max'd out. Too much therapy if you ask me…. And just for fun, I'm getting a cold too.

Happily, sister and nieces are cooking for H and he likes seeing them and they love to spend time with him. And a nurse is now coming in to manage meds for H.

Nice to have some relief so that I can take care of myself.

But best of all is that my anger towards H is diminishing in a big way and I'm able to be more patient and kind. I simply don’t have the hostility towards him that I've felt in the past…even when I'm exhausted and he's being, well, his impaired self.

And for all of this I am very, very grateful.

H's support

Over the past week or so, I've been consciously reducing the amount that I drink in prep for stopping entirely. Now, I know that I have to stop, but I'm hoping to manage down the withdrawal just a bit.

A week from tomorrow I start my evening sessions and no later than that day, I have to stop drinking.

So, I've cut down from 8+/day to 6 to 4, etc. over the past week. This has been surprisingly hard. And now I get cravings by 10am every day, earlier than my usual, "It's 3 o'clock…where's my beer?"

H has been helping me stay within my limits. We count out how many I get and whatever is extra gets hidden. And I don't start drinking until 5pm.

Now, I'm not keen on putting H in the role of policeman, but it's something he can do to help for the next week or two and he is more than willing to do so. And I both appreciate and need the support right now.

In fact, we discussed H going to AZ to visit his sister during this time. His sister suggested it in fact…wanting to be helpful and supportive.

I said, "No because I don't know that I trust myself to not drink and so I could really use your support.

H said, "I don't trust you to not drink either."

And while I've been whining here about H not being there for me, this is one area where he can be. And for that I am very grateful.

Thank you

I wanted to say thank you to all of you folks out there who read the blog.

It's very helpful to know that someone is out there listening.

And I'm grateful that you spend time reading my entries, doleful tho' they often are, and supporting me in your thoughts, prayers, and comments.