Those are the thoughts of an addicted mind. I am successful in my career, I have a nice house and a great husband, two wonderful kids, basically the “American dream” and I am still an alcoholic. Now, it’s because I am “entitled” to drink… I’ve worked hard for this shit and by god I’ve earned it. NO!!! Being proud quickly diminishes when alcohol really starts to take its toll and you start doing things the real you would never do. The thoughts are evil and insidious. I know that I can never control it, regardless of how much my alcoholic brain (I like to call the drunk me Becky, instead of my real name Rebecca) tells me I will be ok. It’s all or nothing for me. The goal is to get drunk. I don’t just like a glass of wine. I need a bottle, and vodka, and shots after that. It’s vicious and cunning… stay strong.