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Wednesday, 13 April 2011

My Last One

Well, I'm sat in a bar having my last drink. It's time to say goodbye old friend. I have mixed feelings about it. I know we haven't got along well recently, but I am sad to see you go. We've had some really fun times, you've made me giggle and dance and enjoy the evening all the more for having you around. You've helped me relax when I was stressed, calmed me down when I was anxious, picked me up when I was down. But lately you've been more demanding, asking for my attention when I'm busy, first thing in the morning and last thing at night. You've taken time I should have spent with my children, my husband, my friends. It's taken it's toll on my physical and mental health so now I'm saying goodbye. I don't know how I'll cope without you, so I'm going away to learn. I won't see you for a while. When I get back, I don't want to get in contact. My friends an see you, but Ijust can't. I'm scared and I'll miss you, but I know it's for the best.

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  1. When I had my last drink I didn't know it was going to be the last one. But I remember it... 18:50 Friday 14th May 2004, pint of Guinness in my faithful local that I'd started drinking in at 16 - I was 41 the day I last drank.

    I white knuckled for a week then went into rehab and I sit here with a coffee in front of me rather than a "stiff one" and I don't miss is one bit. Whatever I do, the one thing I can't do is drink - it just doesn't work for me it takes me over in a way I don't want ever again.

    For today I'm okay... tomorrow who knows

    Good luck

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