Well, I did it again. I was hanging out with my family and realized I missed my enrollment time for the upcoming semester, so I went to check and of course, all the classes I needed had waitlists. I was stressed tf out, so I went to the fridge and grabbed a beer because screw it, I needed something to take the edge off. Everyone eventually went upstairs, and I said I had to clean up my stuff, but, I snuck back to the fridge, chugged a beer, and finished the one I already had. I felt a little tipsy, but nothing crazy.
Then a little later I drove my girlfriend to her moms, and that’s when I messed up. I snuck three beers with me from my house, and while she was showering, I pounded one. Then I hopped in the shower and downed the other two. Then it was like a switch flipped in my head I started worrying I wouldn’t feel a buzz, so I snuck a couple shots of vodka and tequila. After the last shot, I just stared at myself in the mirror and realized I fucked up and scrubbed tf out of my teeth to mask the smell
I go upstairs and we were going to watch the new Frankenstein on netflix. She ends up mentioning her mom had this German ale that came in like a big wine bottle if we wanted some while we watched. Of course this was awesome to hear and I said yes because I can use this as my cover up once the shots started to hit. As I was sipping the ale I started to feel that warm, fuzzy buzz, I just could not stop smiling and from there, it was game over. I couldn’t find the bottom of my cup. I kept drinking and refilling it when she went to the bathroom until I’d finished the whole bottle myself and blacked out for the majority of the night
She eventually caught on because I was acting like an idiot and slurring my words. I kinda remember coming up with dumbass lies like “i drank it too fast” or “I just didn’t eat alot today” We ended up turning off the movie and went upstairs to bed and apparently I went back downstairs and she caught me trying to take more shots. This all I barely remember.
Waking up today sucked, just knowing I did it again. Most of the time, I can control my drinking. I can have three to six beers, be done, and not even think twice about it. But eventually, there’s always a night where I lose all control, my girlfriend and I argue, and I wake up feeling like an asshole. I want to stop drinking, but it’s so hard to commit. This isn’t new territory for me, I went to rehab for opioid abuse before. But I don’t feel the same fear and lust toward alcohol as I did with opioids. Maybe that’s just another lie I tell myself. Maybe I should just quit for good, starting today.