For years this was what kind of happened when I got home from work. Then what usually happened was that I’d move to the sofa and spend the rest of the evening there, getting up during the ad breaks to re-fill my glass of beer or Guinness. By the end of the evening I would have drunk a 4-pack without thinking, some nights a 6-pack. Most nights I’d end up asleep in the armchair like an old man, with the TV still blaring out loud in the background. I never really got much done in the evenings, never really had a chance, I was just too knackered from the drink. Having given up drinking now, I’ve since traded the beer for a cup of tea and a bottle of milk to feed the baby (How do people cope with kids and drink at the same time?). I maybe still fall asleep sometimes like an old man, with the TV on, but that is for an altogether completely different reason – one I much prefer, to raise a family in a home where there isn’t any alcohol or drunken arguments.
Before now I’d have been a useless dad, one who had a lot less love to give my child, now with the drink gone I feel more responsibility and just want to spend every waking hour with my wife watching our daughter grow up. When you drink, you just don’t see any of this. You have to give it up to see it, then believe it. This recovery is really magical. So now when I come home from work I no longer make those trips to the fridge, I don’t miss them at all.