I was handed an opened, but still nearly full bottle of Sancerre as I walked out of the office door yesterday afternoon. It was left over from a tasting I’d missed, and my boss thought I’d like it, given I’m “Mrs Sauvignon Blanc”. Three small people were waiting to be collected from school, so I didn’t have the time or the energy to explain why I didn’t want this, in a diplomatic enough way not to cause my boss to start doubting my commitment to his company. Oh but I’ve been so FUCKING TEMPTED by this thing, this poxy ready-opened bottle of fermented grape-widdle. It was speaking in tongues to me all the way home. My hind-brain has been busily working on ALL of the reasons and excuses it can find which would give me permission to pop the cork out and pour a big old glass.
I think the temptation was compounded by the fact that Mr Red was out last night with a mutual friend drinking beers and “having fun”. Like we used to. I even sent him a photo of the bottle, saying it was calling my name, half hoping he’d say “go for it, you deserve it” and half praying he’d say “Red, step away from the bottle, you know there’s only trouble for you there, girl”.
Instead, he sent a non-committal “looks good”. Which I now know was more due to the fact he’d nearly lost the use of his fingers by that point in the evening, but still, it was no bloody help whatsoever.
I ended up filling my face with pizza whilst watching Moana with my daughter. I’m not the biggest Disney fan, but anything with Jermaine Clement in it can’t be all bad, and by the end, I predictably couldn’t give two shits about the wine anymore, and was extremely glad I’d not caved in.
Trouble is, I’m going through exactly the same thing again tonight. Same thought-churning. I’ve been at a kids party, with a load of people I used to drink with, other mums, and we were organising our Christmas night out. I’m questioning everything again. Mr Red is out again tonight, up at our friends house, having a boys night with two of the other school dads; part of a party-gang I was so recently the ringleader of.
How am I perceived by these guys now, is Mr Red the subject of pity, because his previously fun-loving (read booze-loving) party animal of a wife, who could drink the boys under the table, has gone all vanilla and boring?
At the twins birthday party last week, amidst all the chaos and sausage rolls, I found myself being interrogated again by a few people asking me if I was still “on the wagon”, with amazement and confusion, as if I’d announced I’d joined an obscure cult, rather than simply stopping ingesting an addictive substance which is bad for your health. I know this reaction is mostly down to the fact a light is being shined on their own drinking by my abstinence, but it’s starting to make me quite angry.
So again, tonight, I’ve fed myself, put my PJ’s on, made myself a cup of tea the size of my head, and ignored the siren calls of that twatty wine.
Who’d have thought that this simple act of kindness by my boss, this one silly bottle could cause such turmoil in me? And why now? And why the jiggins, you may ask yourself, haven’t I just poured the bastard thing down the sink?
I’m going to pour myself a Brewdog Raspberry Blitz in a nice glass, find a film to watch, and remember that for the last 111 days..
- I’ve felt some self-esteem.
- I’m less anxious. In fact not at all anxious.
- I’ve exercised almost every day, and reaped all of the benefits of this in head and body.
- I’ve lost the stone in weight I’ve carried around since pregnancy, and I feel stronger every day.
- I am a vastly better parent.
- I am on fire at work, and have remembered that I have a brain.
Fuck off, wine. Don’t need you.
Red xx
Good for you! Can relate to a lot of this. ❤️
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Thanks – I am loving your (recently discovered) blog! Red xx
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tip it down the sink – i’m over 8 years sober and i don’t get cravings but i still wouldn’t have it in the house!
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It’s still there, gently going off. I like to test myself, lol. I need to be ok around wine, I work in the industry. Although I feel that situation is for review next year, when I’ve settled into this! Red xx
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Red stay with it! You can do it and you are doing amazing!!!!
XOXOX
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Yay, thanks TWTIK – great to hear from you, how are you doing?? Red xx
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You do you. The rest of them have their own issues.
It sounds like yours are all positives!
High five!
Anne
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Thanks Anne. I need to remember “you do you” more. I’m guilty of worrying way too much what others think, when it should have no bearing on me! And is most likely all in my own head anyway. Egocentric only-child that I am 😂 I hope things are good with you? More gig photos please… Red xx
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Just reading this, and hope you poured it away!
But I am so proud of you for standing up for yourself!
xo
Wendy
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Thanks Wendy – I didn’t pour it away, but by Sunday, it’d stopped bothering me, and I forgot to, which is as good really. It’ll be vinegar by now.. I hope all is well with you and your hearing implant went well, I need to catch up on your blog! Red xx
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Oh thank you!!
https://tipsynomore.blogspot.com/2018/11/how-much-is-enough.html?m=1
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Oh for fucks sake, pour that shit out. “I need to test myself.” Why ya wanna dance with the devil, man?? If your husband’s friends feel sorry for him then they are CHILDREN.
The other moms who just can’t imagine their lives without wine clearly don’t have much of an imagination.
Everything happening here is all about you and all for you. Many people will not understand and they don’t need to.
Try keeping a “fuck you” on your tongue, if not to say,at least to think when someone is derisive about your (clearly superior) lifestyle.
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I second Betty’s sentiments. Alcohol is SHIT. The further I get from it the more clearly I can see how fucking god awful it was for me and my family. DO NOT UNDERESTIMATE peer pressure from friends and family. The comments like…oh you’re still on the wagon are you? Or are you still being boring? These words strike a cord. We are social animals and we need to feel like we belong. The quickest way to do that in the UK is to drink. Most people drink to excess on this little island. I know I can go make a friend in 5 minutes down the pub. We will be BEST friends but the connection will be paper thin. I have made peace with the fact that people are not going to like it that I dont drink and I have lost many friends over it. The fact is that those friends cant help you when you wake up at 4 in the moring feeling like shit. They are nowhere to be seen when you despise yourself and berate yourself for giving in again after you know deep down you have a problem. You have done well articulating a massive hurdle that made me relapse countless times. You are doing most exellently Red. Keep it up.
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Keep it up red. I promise you it’s worth it. You’ve got this lovely lady.
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Honey you just think about how many intoxicated people have been to the loo on those vines in the Loire!! Honestly I’ve piddled in vineyards in Sancerre – now if that doesn’t put you off nothing will!!
I only just got your beautiful email after locking myself out for around five months (FFS honestly I should not be allowed near technology) I’m so glad you’re doing great
Stay strong beautiful and resist that French piss xx I will write you soon x
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You’ve crossed over to the bunnies, again, stay there and let us know how great it is! Keep going you!!
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How are you doing these days? Would be nice to hear from you!
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How are you Red? X
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How’s things, Red? We haven’t heard from you in a while. Hoping all is well. Come say hello!
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Interesting. You seem a lot like me except well-adjusted and popular. How long have you been alcohol-free?
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Oh, never mind. I see now that this is really old. Too bad, I came back to follow you.
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