I started to feel like the boy who cried wolf. I’d apologize for my drunken actions and behavior and the next time I drank it would be the same. Nobody could count on me and my word didn’t mean shit. This shame helped feed my addiction because I would tell myself I needed a drink to get through the embarrassing situations of the night before. I was forever hiding from people who saw me drunk. The worst was when I’d run into them having forgotten they HAD seen me act that way. Then I’d get that look of pity and a sad smile and I’d KNOW. I try to live life today where I don’t do anything I’ll need to be sorry for. If I do fuck up, which is bound to happen, I own it, say I’m sorry, and move on. Keep it simple today, sober family.