I feel guilty writing this, I had a good childhood and a very loving family. I know others have had terrible childhoods and far more understandable reasons for falling into addiction. I have no one to blame for my drinking, it is an attitude and a habit I got into myself. This isn’t about blame, it is about where my attitude to drink was formed and my habit began.
I lost my husband ten years ago. He was the one who would say “I think we’ve had enough now, shall we have a cup of tea before going to bed”. Now I have no one to keep me in check. I knew I was losing control, although I was quite capable of presenting a positive front to everyone, including my family.