I'm trying to quit again this week. I'm missing out on a lot of my own life, particularly my spouse and my child. I'm giving my sober hours to my job (which I hate) and spending the rest of the time in a stupor.
I miss my life.
Part of the reason I fault myself for becoming an alcoholic is because I wonder fairly often if I should have married at all. I'm a loner by nature. Being here with a family is stressful for me. But I'm not brave enough to just walk away from all of that.
Sometimes I wish I was.
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