11 years ago today
I sat in my old flat's kitchen and two people talked to me while I was still drinking wine from the bottle.
I was thinking "Why don't they just fuck off and let me drink? " and "Why the fuck did I phone these fuckers?"
Then the guy said "I spent years, decades, drinking to simply numb my emotions as I'd never learnt to deal with them. When I realised, for me, my drinking was all about emotions I could finally move on without it".
I remember swigging another slug then just bursting into tears. He'd hit me where it hurt. Yes I didn't do emotions.
That was my last drink, until now. We poured all the wine, vodka, gin etc down the drain and he said "Try not to drink tomorrow and I'll pick up up at 7pm".
Difficult to describe how grateful I am. I went back to Rochester last week and met that guy for a coffee in one of our favourite places, with his wife, daughter and granddaughter. We walked past where my old flat was. It's been flattened and replaced with new yuppy posh apartments.
I was thinking "Why don't they just fuck off and let me drink? " and "Why the fuck did I phone these fuckers?"
Then the guy said "I spent years, decades, drinking to simply numb my emotions as I'd never learnt to deal with them. When I realised, for me, my drinking was all about emotions I could finally move on without it".
I remember swigging another slug then just bursting into tears. He'd hit me where it hurt. Yes I didn't do emotions.
That was my last drink, until now. We poured all the wine, vodka, gin etc down the drain and he said "Try not to drink tomorrow and I'll pick up up at 7pm".
Difficult to describe how grateful I am. I went back to Rochester last week and met that guy for a coffee in one of our favourite places, with his wife, daughter and granddaughter. We walked past where my old flat was. It's been flattened and replaced with new yuppy posh apartments.
