So…I was on here a couple years ago when I first started thinking that I’d had enough. Enough problems caused by drinking…ruined friendships, embarassing hazy memories, entire nights blacked out, dangerous drunk driving scenarios, headaches, drunk facebook/texts regrets… Enough bullshit. I got to like 60 days. I don’t even know what happened…I guess I’ve never really been able to stick to anything.
But back again now.
Because I think I might have just ruined my relationship with my bf beyond repair. And no, its not a “rock” bottom, but its certainly a bottom…hopefully enough of one to make me stick it out a little longer this time. And take the time to try to repair myself, single or not…
So, I have a private online journal. I only write on it sporadically when I’m drunk and feeling depressed and sorry for myself. I wrote in it yesterday about how I drunkenly messaged my 2 ex’s recently. One of which was last week. And asked him to meet up for sex…first of all, I would never have gone through with that. I’ve never cheated , I don’t think I could live with feeling even shittier about myself than I already do… I have no interest in him. I would never have even met up with him or anyone else or put myself into any social situation whatsoever where cheating would be possible if drunk/horny me takes over…I’m a home alone drinker. And the shit I write has mostly just been me drunk and depressed and complaining about my drinking problem and my boyfriend… &mostly the fact that we’ve never had sex. He has a smaller dick and it just doesn’t work like that. Or at least he just doesn’t have any interest in making it work. I’ve told him we need to work on the sexual part of our relationship but nothing changes… I really love him, I could see myself being with him indefinitely, we’ve talked about marriage, we take care of each other and we’re perfectly compatible… Except the no sex thing. And it might seem like I’m a total bitch for feeling that way, but sex is pretty important. When we got together there was this weird kinky d/s bdsm kinda dynamic and everything was great, made me O a bunch everyday…but now its boring and sexless… So I don’t think my feelings about it are disregardable or hurtful…they’re just honest. I want to live my life with this person who I love immensely, but honestly, I’m like 30, I’ve only had sex with 2 people, both 5 yr relationships…I don’t really like the idea of never getting it on again.
And the thing is, I don’t really have anyone to talk to about this, besides him obviously. But he doesn’t want to talk about it. And I only have the courage to talk about it with him when I’m drunk. The last thing I wanted to ever do was hurt his feelings. That’s why I kept it hidden…
So…the situation with drunk FBing the ex happened last week…when I messaged him I wasnt just like buzzed drunk…I was almost to the point of no return. I blacked out (which has been happening more and more, another reason I need to stop) and don’t really remember the conversation at all and then proceeded to wake up my sweetly sleeping bf and tell him I was going to cheat on him and had all these other guys I was seeing, etc… Woke up, my heart sank, i didn’t remember but had a terrible feeling I fucked up immensely…so my bf kept his cool, he kinda confronted me about it, then caught me in a lie when I denied it because he told me I guess I showed him these messages apparently…so I manipulated and played it down that, yeah I was drunk and an ex messaged me (not the other way around) and I was wasted and was absolutely not cheating on him…
So that was last week, we moved past it…My bf has been gone all week on business, just got back tonight…so what does he see on the computer tonight but my open journal that I guess I never signed out of…that I wrote in yesterday before waking up hungover to pick him up in a hurry from the airport…and I’ve never seen the man cry or raise his voice really, but he read some of the “truer version” stuff I wrote about that, and him, and other entries where I was complaining about us…and he kept switching between breakdown bawling and going ballistic on me. He’s pretty convinced I cheated on him and have been and that I’m a liar and I’m an evil bitch and how can he ever trust me…etc…idk maybe I am an evil bitch…but really, in my defense,…if I wasnt fuckin drunk that day this wouldn’t have happened…and That’s my personal “drunk diary” I guess…everyone has thoughts they wouldn’t tell another person…but DRUNK-ME doesn’t have a problem telling HERself in a “private/pw protected” setting so she can review it later and compare… He wanted to read the whole thing with me sentence by sentence for the past few years, I said no, which I felt like he meant our whole relationship going forward depended on my saying ok…but that was private inner mostly exclusively drunken ramblings…monstrous and irrational…no…I was not going to do that even if it meant the end of us. I just can’t…if I was a sober person or able to not drink to the point of all logic going out the window…then this wouldn’t have happened.
Ive since permanently deleted facebook, phone numbers, and my 10yrold journal…
So that’s kinda the long story main reason of why I’m back here and why I want to try again. Cuz really alcohol has never made anything better ever, only worse. I just can’t seem to remember that.
I have no idea what will happen. I know he will want to make it work, after a couple hours of yelling and crying we agreed to talk in the morning. I just don’t know how to go forward…
“Hi, I’m Danielle and alcohol is (I am) ruining my life”