I realized the other day that I have not had much to drink for the past
month or so. This was not a conscious decision, but the result of a
series of events that conspired to keep me away from alcohol. It is
Summer, so I have been doing a lot more out of the house in the
evening. Also, my children are visiting for the Summer, so I tend to
be spending more of my evenings reading bedtime stories, which leaves
less time for a glass of wine and a good book.
I have a bit of an ambivalent attitude towards alcohol. A few
years ago, when I separated from my wife, I stopped drinking for
several months, primarily because money was short and ten dollars a
week for beer or wine was an unnecessary luxury. However, part of
the reason was just to prove to myself that I could do it. My ex-wife
was an alcoholic. She never admitted it when we were married, and I
was living in denial of her problem too. However, when I moved out I realized
that I had spent eight years with someone who's idea of an evening in
was to disappear into the bedroom with a bottle of wine. I have heard
that since the divorce she has joined AA, and has been sober for about
a year and a half. This may even be true, although my ex has a
tendency to stretch the truth, often beyond its breaking point.
After several months of self-imposed temperance I started having
the occasional drink: a glass of wine on a date, a beer while watching
a soccer game, the occasional drink in the evening. I found that I
enjoyed those drinks, but had not missed them. Over the past two
years I have probably averaged three drinks a week, and over the past
month I have probably had no more than three drinks. Stopping and
starting drinking is a matter of choice. Fortunately that is a choice
that I seem to have no trouble making. For that, I am very grateful.