I have 'vague' memories of my wife pouring out my booze when she found it ... ... ... but I was unable to get off the couch to stop her ... that's why I had booze hidden all over the place ... the only problem with that was trying to remember where I had hidden all of them ... that, sometimes took hours to find the odd stashes ... you know, to try and figure out if you really hid some somewhere or if it was all a dream ... LOL
After 5 years, I still wouldn't be surprised to find some somewhere in this house ... just hope there's a 'trash can' close by ... just kidding, it would bring too many bad memories for me even to think of taking a drink now, thank God and you guys ...
-- Edited by Pythonpappy on Sunday 7th of April 2013 07:43:35 PM
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Great share, Adam. It sounds a little like my apartment prior to sobering up. There were bottles everywhere, empty ones of course. The full ones, well, they were nowhere to be found. Go figure. I'm glad those headaches are far gone. Keep that momentum going, okay. You seem to be doing just fine.
-- Edited by Mr_David on Sunday 7th of April 2013 10:32:23 PM
This morning I decided to conduct a thorough cleaning of my kitchen. I cook frequently, but my kitchen is generally fine with an evening counter wipe and a light sweep. Today, though, I wanted to go into all of my cabinets, drawers, and other hidden areas to make sure that everything was cleared out and washed. Most of the cabinets contained the usual suspects: half-empty bottles of hot sauce, cans of beans, bags of brown rice, and lots of baking ingredients I never use but cannot bring myself to throw away. Also, those stupid Hawaiian drink umbrellas I used to think made my drinking fun and socially acceptable.
Under the sink, I came across an old adversary: a hidden handle of Captain Morgan's rum that I haven't thought about in almost two months. Accompanying the handle was one of those small $8 bottles they sell at the front counters of liquor stores. I used to keep both under the sink so that my wife would never know exactly how much I was actually drinking. In front of her, I would pour from the little bottle. First chance I got, I would re-fill the small bottle with the hidden handle and put both away until I was ready to mix another drink. And I looked innocent the entire time.
The whole chain of events made me feel simultaneously thankful that I am no longer doing this and sad for how long I have snuck alcohol around my wife. I never went so far as to hide alcohol in the bathroom, but I may as well have. Any time she would get up to use the restroom while we were watching TV, I would run straight to the kitchen and drink a large shot or two of rum, a mug of wine, or swap out an empty beer bottle for a new one. One night I got so drunk that I was slurring and imcomprehensible (I don't remember it) and she said she was really confused about how I got so drunk on two beers.
I threw the rum bottles and the stupid Hawaiian umbrellas in the trash, thankful that neither are playing a role in my life these days. This morning it dawned on me that I have not argued with my wife in eight weeks. I have been sober for eight weeks. I don't think this is a coincidence.
-Adam
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Good for you. I used to do the same thing hiding alcohol from my girlfriend whom I lived with under the kitchen sink, and I used to also do the refilling thing. We broke up beceause of my drinking and when I moved into my own place I still kept the whiskey under the sink out of habit, I guess I was hiding it from myself.
Great job Adam ... this shows that you are committed to living a new 'way of life' ... ... ... just keep going to meetings and learning the steps necessary to continue this new life ... this is just the beginning for you, you have a good life ahead of you when you live the program ... one day at a time!
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You mean you CAN throw out all those baking ingredients????? That's allowed????? Oh my God. I'm going to go do it now! It's going to be like having a whole new kitchen!!! Thanks!
Great post ; )
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Great job on getting rid of the rum! You know, I often hear of people who hid booze- I just don't get that. It would never last that long around me haha. I'd lay down to go to bed with an unfinished bottle in the kitchen, and I'd get up outta bed to finish it! Why sleep when I could drink? I remember times when I would attempt to 'stock up' on liquor in my house... I'd just call out of work until there was no more left! Makes me sick to think of it now. Of course I understand the obsession to hide booze, I was just unable to do it. Great post! Good job! Congrats on 8 weeks!!
Good job Adam. I never understood that type of behavior when I was drinking. I bought booze by the case at the liquor store, kept bottles in my refrigerator and freezer and thought it was my right to drink what and when I wanted. I was also one of those drinkers who never went anywhere without a giant cup of booze, like people would think I was drinking soda or something. Up until everything went to hell and my husband told me to pack up my stuff and get out :).
I used to ride to work with someone who had a problem (that I was oblivious to) used to stop at a convience store and get those lg. cans of beer, then then cut through the country to avoid the main route cops. At first this was done on Fri. nights. I wasn't thrilled about it, but tolerated it saying nothing. When the purchases began during the week I began to scquawk. I thought this routine had stopped when sodas from a fast food place on our way began to appear. I was so relieved. Little did I know......the beer was being 'iced' down in those cups!!! One night after I got wind of this person's possible problem, a stop to pick up smokes occurred. I stayed behind in the car and popped the lid off to smell the liquid. Sure enough! What a fool I felt like. The person eventually sought help. Oh how thankful we made it home all those nights without incident!!
That's about the only place I didn't hide mine, and it would have been a brilliant place to store it since Lord knows nobody else around here cleans. I think deep down I wanted to get caught, though.
My Mum would hide it all around the house. It would be up behind the curtain at the kitchen sink, under the kitchen sink, in the pantry cupboard, in the laundry cupboard. Nothing like opening the laundry cupboard about 9.00 in the morning and find a stubby looking at you. It was the one's sitting behind the curtain that gave us our first sips. We thought we were smart sneaking them.
