I have a better story to tell today. One of pride and joy and unity.
My husband got his 9 month chip last night. We almost didn’t even go to the meeting. Monday night football was on. We wanted to see KC clobber the Patriots. But we did.
At the last second he asked me to give it to him. Me.
I was overwhelmed and flustered, but I got up and told the group just how proud I am of him. That our life has improved a million percent in the past 9 months. About a renewed sense of family and togetherness that we have found that we never even realized we were missing.
This was a huge thing. Over the past 9 months he has questioned why he ever started this. The unfairness of not being able to drink when everyone else does. The oddness of the meetings some nights. The bizarre turn our outwardly perfect looking life had taken.
But he is very proud of his accomplishment and doesn’t deny that everything is better. Everything. And we don’t mess with what’s working.
Another man got his 25 year chip last night. I think this was the first time that we both had a sense that that may be us some day.
We went home and had a treat with the kids before bed. He set up the coffee so it is ready for us in the morning. We saw the end of the Patriots debacle (lol).
My life is wonderful. Lovely. Beautiful.
Sober is definitely better. It continues to amaze me just how much.
As an aside-I have 10 months myself today. Yay me!!!