I’m no stranger to addictions. I’ve known many personally during my lifetime. I know how hard they can be to quit. Well, George told me last night that he was going to stop drinking. Imagine my shock and also my wary nature came into play. Could George actually stop?
“Momma started crying hysterically last night when I came home drunk and pissed all over myself,” George had told me. “I broke her heart. I am going to quit!”
“Don’t do it alone and don’t do it for your mother. Do it for yourself,” I told him. “Get some help. Go to detox and they will help you get through the first week of quitting. You will get rest, good food, and medications.”
George told me he was going to lean on me for awhile and that I would see a lot of him in the next few weeks. I was elated! I want my friend to be okay and to be over here with me during this hard time!
George was a very heavy drinker. He’s going to have the shakes and it is going to be very hard. If he could just make it through the nightmare that is the first few weeks then I think he will be okay. I am hesitant to get excited, but I remain hopeful. I am going to do what I can to help my friend even if it means going to AA all the time again. If I can just convince the completely unreligious George to go.