Week 3

Day 18 

My husbands work messed up with the schedule so he's home today by 10.30 (result), I message him excited "we can finally do the kitchen today" and by do the kitchen I mean absolutely "gut" it, it takes us 5 hours and we fill 4 beast bags (larger the usual bin bags) of accumulated junk which we leave for the bin men. (My husband probably underestimated what I mean when I say gut the kitchen - Poor guy) 

I love my new kitchen, its spacious and bright and have plentiful cooking spaces to prepare my favourite Cypriot foods (please look up Meliz Cooks on ticktok or instagram) it's now an actual working space and brings me and my family so much joy. 

By 7pm we're absolutely done in and head to bed early with Horlicks 

Day 19

My husband has the kids today so I can attend my sisters second dress fitting (she looks absolutely stunning) I find myself being really excited for her special day and don't yet feel any fear about not drinking (no point jumping head) she's booked her hen and has even shared a picture of their alcohol free cocktails on the event page (i instantly know that she did that for me and feel incredibly supported in my journey AF) (AF = alcohol free) 

Day 20 - 

My husband and I book our first lunch date in about 2 years (one thing I've noticed is the price tag) £60 for us to have 2 x 2 courses along with mocktails and 0.0 fruit cider which we share. We chatted about how the alcohol free life is going really well and that we feel so much better. It was a really nice and I can remember everything and I didn't say anything cruel that will haunt me for the next month (like the last time we were there with a £180 bill) I could be really nasty once I'd had to much.

Day 21

I pick up my new car today, which is exciting and nerve racking and the game was on tonight. (England vs Switzerland)

Once the baby was down I came down and had a 0.0 lager with my hubby and we watched England win… we go outside for a cigarette (next on my list to banish) and the neighbours come out (obviously intoxicated) one neighbour telling another she’s staying off the nose candy (although I can tell she’s had some and lying out her arse) I think I'm like an alcohol/cocaine detective now - I can spot it very easily, then she asks are we still sober and I gleefully say yep 21 days of witch she starts talking to her partner about how they did 10 days and gave in, my husband says life’s better without alcohol and she says (slurring) no life’s better "WITH" alcohol, I then say I’ve got to put one of the others to bed (because I can’t stand being in their presence any longer) of witch the neighbour says to her partner come on babe let’s go and get another bottle of wine ha ha ha ha ha… (sad sad people out there - be warned)

I’m not jealous one bit about the drinking and actually feel sorry for her and embarrassed but it did feel slightly mean of her, this women is meant to be my friend, although I’m guessing it’s one of those friendships that was solely based around drugs and alcohol and is probably going to fizzle out (for the better) 

I can’t wait to find "our" people again.