Tired of Thinking About Drinking

I’ll come back and torture you again

working on a new secret writing project. here’s a quote from today’s writing session:

Let’s start with a bath at supper time. The crazy wolfie brain is yelling ‘wine wine wine wine’ and I start to run the tub. The brain says: It’s not tub time now, this is just delaying the inevitable, you know you’re going to drink.

I add bubble bath that smells like cedar. How clever, who invents this stuff. It’s in a nice masculine blue bottle. Nothing pink or frilly about this. It’s anti-wolfie bubble bath. I’m sure of it. This won’t work, I can yell for a long time here.

I sit in the tub until I’m pruney. I read, then fret, then read again, then plan to change the world, the read some more. I ask my husband to make me a bitter drink (black currant syrup, grapefruit juice, soda). No, no, you don’t want to have that now, it’s much better if you drink on an empty stomach, you’re ruining things, don’t do it, shit, I don’t fucking want grapefruit juice.

I get out of the tub, dry off, put on one of my husband’s heavy metal band t-shirts, usually inside-out so that the tag doesn’t scratch me (I can’t cut the tag out of his shirts, only my own). I wear red plaid pyjama bottoms with a drawstring and pockets. The orange Ernie socks. Wet hair up in a pony tail.

Husband is looking at me, hands me my special drink. He doesn’t know what state I’m in (or why). I’m not making dinner I say. But you always make dinner and drink wine while you cook. If you let him cook he’ll ruin it and the kitchen will be a mess and it’s better if you do it all yourself. And then you can drink here in the kitchen where he can’t see what you’re doing, and you can drink from his glass before you hand it to him, and you can make sure you get enough.

I take my special drink and sit in the living room, big floor-to-ceiling windows open. July evening, there’ll be light in the sky until 10:30 pm. I’m facing the courtyard, trees, lots of birds here in this country that we didn’t have back home. New sounds.

I’ll start up again tomorrow night, you know. This might be over for tonight, but I haven’t gone away. I’ll come back and torture you again. This whole bath, special drink, not making dinner, looking outside thing – it’ll get old. I’ll be back. You need me.

I sip the drink, I can hear the husband banging around with the pots so that he can make roast potatoes and sausages (something he can make without asking questions, as he senses – rightfully so – that asking questions right now won’t go over well). I listen to the unidentifiable birds. Across the courtyard the teenager practises his saxophone. The family downstairs has a screamy child. The granny likes to lean over her window railing with the phone in her hand, talking to someone I can’t see, about something I can’t understand, in a language I don’t really speak. She pulls her pink button up cardigan around her. Always the same cardigan, grey skirt, white blouse. Every day.

I sip the drink again. I reach up to rebundle my wet hair into the elastic. It’s nice here. The witching hours are over for tonight.

 

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[note: there are extracts from the writing project included daily in the micro-emails. here.]

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13 thoughts on “I’ll come back and torture you again

  1. Love this. I am really enjoying your secret writings. Thank you!

  2. Some days, I talk to myself all the way home in the car, making lists of why NOT to drink out loud and saying out loud what I really WANT to do because I don’t want to drink. It’s brute force, drive straight home or plan a pedicure or something. . it’s hand to hand combat with Wolfie. Literally, like you write it.

    I recently had to change up my sober tools (it’s like a rotation of the tools) . . . the hot baths are great after work and maybe a work out with a nice woodsy bath aromatherapy. Calming. They never sounded good before but now they do.

    And the flannel pants feels so much better then I eat and its gone. Whew, I can mark another sober day on the calendar.

    I never knew they were tools before you explained it to me!
    Key is to focus on sticking to a self care regimen. It is just like this and it works.

  3. Belle, you write so eloquently!! I’m looking forward to the reveal of what exactly your secret writing project is! 🙂

    • you’ll be the first one to know when i figure it out. which i haven’t yet. i think it’s all over the place still. so for now i’m just writing. and then i’ll see what it wants to be …

  4. I think it wants to be a book! Sign me up for a copy, please. You’re a fabulous writer – and your support has helped me immensely. It’s the “go to” tool in my toolbox.

  5. Amy Yanni on said:

    Whatever it is, it IS really very good.

  6. Ohhhhh this is so gripping…. different drink, different techniques used but those harrowing early days come screaming back as I read this. How the voice in my head got louder before it started to get softer. Now I barely hear him.

    Please keep writing!

  7. Cocomac on said:

    Loving your ‘secret writing project’ Belle!

  8. Jennifer on said:

    Lovely. Thank you for sharing. And sign me up to order if this is becoming a book.

  9. green-eyed-lady on said:

    Oh, this is FANTASTIC ! I love how you write.

  10. Wow! You are really amazing…a rock.
    Those voices are what we hear everyday… I’m just learning to “not” listen to them anymore…. Hugs. Xoxo
    Day 34
    Jen

  11. untipsyteacher on said:

    Me too! I love your writing project!
    I hope it’s a book!

  12. Thanks for sharing this. It reminds me that I’m not alone. Gordon

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