Don’t Get Drunk Last Friday: Anonymous

I wasn’t always a drunk. In fact, growing up I rarely had a drink. But I never felt like I fit in. I was always a bit shy and felt different than everyone else. I wanted to fit in and be cool more than anything, but didn’t have a clue how to do so. So I sat and watched my youth go by from the bleachers. I got passed up for dates and never was invited to the parties the cool kids threw. I never got asked to school dances and since I didn’t want to miss out on all the fun, I had to ask boys myself, which was beyond awkward. And even though I seemed to make friends easily, I never really had any that were at a best friend level. By the time college rolled around, I had a few relationships and was still that shy, awkward girl.

I opted to move 3 hours away for school without knowing a soul. The move proved to be a good one and I fell into a good crowd straight away. I got out of my shell, went dancing, stayed up late and began to discover the delirious effects that alcohol had on me. But I still had things under control, or so I thought. As I think back, I now remember times when I blacked out and had to have friends tell me just what had happened. The first time I blacked out was at a party my roommates and I had. There must have been 100 people at our house. At this point I had become quite the flirt and was not shy once I had a few drinks in me. The morning after our party I was telling my roommies about what I thought were crazy dreams, but before I was done talking, I noticed them snickering. They came clean and confirmed my worst fear that my unsavory behavior was in fact reality and not a dream. I was highly embarrassed but never let on. I continued to go out and have a good time, but never missed a class or had an awful hangover. The university I attended had a bar on campus, which made for easy consumption between classes. I even remember having a beer or two before finals. Who does that?! Me, that’s who.

I finally graduated and moved, yet again. This time it was to Sacramento where my drinking went full steam ahead. I had somehow decided I needed to drink like a fish to survive. I was thrust into a world that still had 3 martini lunches and scotch in the office at the end of the day. I just wanted to be liked and accepted by my colleagues no matter the cost. At first it was fun and I didn’t see the real problem. I saw colleagues come back to the office after a long lunch totally hammered and I figured since I didn’t do that, I was fine. I didn’t drink until after work. But that soon changed when I changed jobs.

I evolved into drinking at the bar downstairs at lunch and then after work with my colleagues. Then it turned into slipping downstairs for a coffee with a shot of whisky mid afternoon. Then when my favorite wine, a nicely chilled Rombauer Chardonnay, went from being available by the glass to only by the bottle, I ordered up the bottle. For lunch. Daily. What I didn’t drink at lunch, I brought back to my desk in a to-go cup. Yep. I drank at my desk. Daily. On a particularly bad day, I blacked out, and my colleague had to totally cover for me, but that didn’t last long as I ended up passing out on my bosses couch. In his office. In the middle of the afternoon. With him working at his desk. But that didn’t stop my drinking, nor did it slow it down. Not even the come-to-Jesus talk I had with my boss the next day did nothing to thwart my incessant need to drink. I just wanted to belong. I just wanted to be liked. I just wanted to fit in. My boyfriend had since become my husband and was in grad school while I worked, so while I was drinking, he was staying as far away from me as he could at school. Our home life became strained but I didn’t see it. I stayed out late into the night and he studied all the time. We became distant and more like roommates than a married couple. I stayed out later and did more things to embarrass myself. I drove drunk. A lot. I came to from blackouts on 1-5 or in my house. I had a few minor car accidents and crashed my car into a parking structure pole. The pole won. But that still didn’t thwart my drinking. But something had to change.

So once again, we moved. This time to the wine country. How apropos. I changed industries, thinking the change would do me good. But I continued drinking. My final drink was after a long day at work followed by an event in San Francisco at which I drank pretty much the entire time. After returning to town by way of party bus, I evidently decided it was a good idea to hit up the local bars. I was also kicked out of said bars. A girlfriend drove me home, but only after I argued that she could follow me. Thankfully, I lost that argument. I was later told it took me a good 10 minutes to get into my house and stumble into bed. I also apparently had another come-to-Jesus talk with my husband, which I also don’t remember. He had given me an ultimatum of either AA or a divorce. I chose AA.

I went unwillingly, but now by the grace of God have close to 6 years sober. I also have an almost 3 year old daughter and cannot imagine what my life would be like if I was still drinking. Just knowing what a mess I was while I was single and drinking is enough to terrify me. I could never be a good mother while drinking any amount of alcohol. I cannot have just one. And my daughter is my world. I will not knowingly do anything to every put her in harms way. So, for me, that means to never, ever have a drop of alcohol again.

Posted by Stefanie Wilder Taylor on May 16, 2011 7:20 pmDon't Get Drunk Friday5 comments  


  1. Erin@MommyontheSpot said,

    What an incredible story! You should be so proud of yourself!!

    | May 16, 2011 @ 7:50 pm

  2. Lisa H. said,

    Wow, such a powerful story. I’m overwhelmed with gratitude just hearing about where you came from and where you are now. Thank you for being so brave. Much love.

    | May 17, 2011 @ 12:40 pm

  3. sheila said,

    wow — you are so brave. thank you so much for sharing your story.

    good for you, sister!
    sheila´s last blog post ..Picture of the Day — April

    | May 17, 2011 @ 8:03 pm

  4. Jae said,

    You are brave. 🙂 Thank you so much for sharing your story.
    Jae´s last blog post ..Free Speech &amp Facebook

    | May 20, 2011 @ 6:58 pm

  5. Ashli said,

    My mom is an alcoholic. She has never quit and I don’t really think she ever will. It is sad but I have come to terms with the fact that she will probably die from some alcohol related illness. Your family is lucky that you chose them over alcohol. What you did/are doing is brave and I wish you the best of luck.

    | June 1, 2011 @ 5:02 am

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