The last few weeks have been tough. My family was visiting and that is always a challenge for me. Everyone in my family drinks, most of them much more than I ever did. When I talk about my decision to quit drinking, they look at me like I’m just being silly, strange or somehow elitist (like exercising, eating healthy food or refusing to be around cigarette smoke.) On another one of my odd journeys that will take me further away from my roots. Creating another wedge in our relationships.
Anyway, I realize that is contributing to some of my recent bad moods. We were hanging out one afternoon and I was being open about how it felt to quit drinking and how I had a hard time stopping after a few glasses of wine. My sister-in-law said, “Oh that is hard for everyone, you just have to be strong and decide not to have another one, like I do” as she poured herself a glass of wine. Then my stepdad said “All this talk about drinking is making me thirsty!” and he cracked open a beer.
The next day, I apologized for being more quiet than usual and always leaving early (my family always hangs out, drinks and talks late into the evening.) I explained that it hard to be not drinking around a drinking crowd. My mom said “You probably felt bad in the morning because you were drinking wine. I always drink beer and I feel fine.” Which sounded to me like she was saying “This whole not drinking thing is silly, Kim. Just drink beer, like me!”
So, being around all of this has made me crabby about my decision to quit drinking. I’m not questioning it, I’m just not really feeling supported or understood by my family. Oh well, now that visit is over and I can move on.