came to the stark and poignant realization that I had a choice to make: the booze or my beautiful white wife.... the choice from that realization was simple - no more booze from that point forward - cold turkey, never looking back, never a craving; been a year now. Priorities, man, and that comes from a literal score of years of hardcore drug abuse. They're all choices.
is your wife a tee totaller? surely there's a time for everything and you can afford to drink 2 or 3 times a year? only if you want to though.
With me, one is too many, and 6 isn’t enough. That shit is my kryptonite.
haha, nah, she has always been straight-edge, and I was aware of that and the potential friction it could cause. The trouble is I tend to get mouthy when I imbibe - typically leading to some kind of law enforcement intervention, but it's just not worth the trouble. She keeps me where I need to be, and that's head up and doing the right thing for the furtherance of my family. I relax other ways not involving pigs or the clank!
you're a lucky cunt... sounds like you picked up above your weight.
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