"i drink because i can forget everything. oblivion is heaven, a relief from living...."
I've done a fair bit of this for the last four years. Interspersed with periods of sobriety until the next trigger set me off. I didn't find any "interests" because I wasn't interested in meeting or engaging with anyone. As to the comments of others - it was water off a ducks back really, as I invariably found them insincere when push came to shove. I found out early on after John died that people do not necessarily mean what they say - its just words.
For instance - the doctor rang up "If there is
anything at all you want just let me know." "Anything?" "Absolutely" "OK. Can you raise the dead?" "Erm.. no" "OK. Can you reconstitute ashes?" "Erm.. no" "OK. I need my patio steam cleaned. Can you work a pressure hose". "Erm.. no" "Well you're not much fucking use then are you?". Well - I was feeling nowty.
I blank both sides of the families - John's and mine - as it is difficult to say which sister is the most evil and rapacious. Mine forged my signature on numerous occasions - his tried to get me sectioned (see witless doctor referred to above), when I refused to sign a power of attorney.
And loads of other stuff.
So oblivion was very welcome.
I have been sober for about four weeks now, and this time it feels different. True, coming off was the worst I have known - I vomited for three days - I was horrified to realise the obscene amount of cash I spent on booze, and I was becoming physically weaker and weaker. But I have made my own world now and I am happy in it and am content.