My name is Jim. I am 49 years old. I come from Scotland.
I moved to England in 2001. ( yes...a "geographical" ) I'd lost my house and my job in Scotland all through my drinking. Joined AA in England and was sober for a year. That was London.
I moved to a small market town in the countryside of the home counties. The pubs were quaint. One drink? Where's the harm? I am now an active drunk again and I am disgusted.
Last week I went to a country pub. I walk home through the woods. I was already drunk when I got there. I don't remember leaving.
When I woke up, I'd no idea how I got home. My feet were a bit sore. I headed straight through the woods to the pub at 11am when it opened. I met a man who worked there as a groundsman. ( the pub is in really a remote place )
"You're stuff's over there" he said.
I went and looked and, lying at the path to the woods were my shoes, trousers, and a bag containing some personal belongings.
He also told me I'd fallen off of my bench twice the night before.( I sit outside as I am a smoker ) He went on to say that I was going to fight two men who offered to help me. I've no recollection of this. He said that I was often very aggressive towards others when drunk but a lovely person sober.
He told me that, on leaving, I'd kicked off my shoes and taken off my trousers at the bottom of the woodland path when I'd left the previous night and then headed off into the darkness.
I've no recollection of this whatsoever. I did vaguely have memories of being in a wheat field with sore feet but I thought that had been a dream.
I saw my wife later that afternoon. I'd woken her up hammering at the door at 0230 with no shoes or trousers on. ( my house keys had been in my trouser pocket )
This reads like a joke. It isn't. It's not funny to me in the slightest. My wife has gone away for a week. I don't know if we'll still be together when she gets back.
I feel like a demented man. I am ashamed.
I am trying to slowly detox. My doctor says if I stop drinking immediately I will have a fit or a stroke. My whole body system is so wired on alcohol that the sweats and shake I get when I didn't drink today are awful. ( In the end, I've had two beers. I'll have two to help me sleep later. I'll do this. I've been here before...
Waiting on a call back from a friend in AA.
I am tearful, shaky, and lonely.