Well, I guess it has been in a way, but I'd have to say more bad than good. The Evil Twin became increasingly frustrated and angry about my drinking. He talked me into a stint at rehab at the hospital.
What can I say? The food was good. The other patients were cool and I was happy to make some friends.
I didn't fare too well otherwise. I was discharged and got drunk that evening. Let's just say that went over as well as a turd in a punchbowl. The Evil Twin and I weren't getting along at all.
I ended up having to leave the house. Luckily, a friend from my recent rehab stint took me in and we took care of each other. I won't go into particulars, but after about a week, I was back home with the Evil Twin and the kids. And, now, I'm trying to catch up with all the things I missed in my absence.
The Evil Twin and I have a renewed commitment to one another and it's almost like we're starting over in love and life.
I've been scared straight. It's been 13 days tomorrow since I've had any alcohol whatsoever.
This is my new life. I'm happy here. I attend an outpatient rehab program in the mornings and attend an AA meeting every day (well, I have missed a day here and there due to scheduling conflicts). I enjoy my morning program and the AA meetings, too.
From now on, I'll leave the drinking to the amateurs. I've fought too hard to go back down the pathetic path I was on.
'Til next time,
Love,
