Alcohol Abused Me
What if “Alcohol Abuse” didn’t mean that i abused alcohol, but that booze abused me?
Think about it. Liquor took advantage of my neediness and desperation. At the beginning of our relationship, it made me feel better, more confident, and more attractive. As time wore on, however, alcohol hurt me more and more, leaving me with physical scars and a bruised ego to the point i was ashamed of our relationship. i tried to hide from my friends just how badly it was hurting me but this became impossible, so i left it more than once. Yet every time i walked away, i soon missed the bottle so badly that i forgot how bad it was for me.
Until the last time, when i walked out, slammed that door and never looked back.
Except sometimes i open up that door to the past and think about the good ole days, back when alcohol loved me for real and treated me so well. There were some nights we really got along, but those moments were the exception to the rule. i remember those times fondly, but not enough to give booze one more shot.
Posted on September 1, 2013, in Alcoholism, Lessons in Recovery, Recovery and tagged alcohol, Alcohol Recovery, alcoholic, alcoholism, mental-health, Recovery, sobriety, What i learned in AA. Bookmark the permalink. 12 Comments.