“What do you think about me quitting alcohol?” I recently asked my husband. Three years after I decided to quit, it was the first time I’d ever felt strong enough to get this vulnerable. My sobriety was a decision I made on my own, in the echo chamber of my mind, after years of questioning my drinking habits and choices. Drinking took up a lot of headspace, even if on the outside I looked like I was doing fine. But I started to do things that scared me; sneaking pours in when no one was looking, or having a drink or two before my husband got home and pretending like the drink I was pouring in front of him was my first.
I Quit Drinking but my Husband Still Drinks
I Quit Drinking but my Husband Still Drinks
I Quit Drinking but my Husband Still Drinks
“What do you think about me quitting alcohol?” I recently asked my husband. Three years after I decided to quit, it was the first time I’d ever felt strong enough to get this vulnerable. My sobriety was a decision I made on my own, in the echo chamber of my mind, after years of questioning my drinking habits and choices. Drinking took up a lot of headspace, even if on the outside I looked like I was doing fine. But I started to do things that scared me; sneaking pours in when no one was looking, or having a drink or two before my husband got home and pretending like the drink I was pouring in front of him was my first.