Aging and Addiction

Does one ever stop being an addict? I turned 54 a few days ago and I still crave a cold glass of wine, or volka. But I must admit the thought of drinking past ‘the point of no return’ repulses me. In fact it turns my stomach. I suppose that is a good sign and right now I will take it. I am taking my Mum back to Chicago for Uncle Floyds memorial service. Dread is not a strong enought word… To be couped up in a train with my Mum for 6 days total is not ideal. I can’t wait for her to ask me about all those old friends I have never bothered to keep in touch with (but will lie and make up something just to get it over with). ” Oh yes, Cathy’s daughter Madaline. She is a year younger than Bode. Doing well. Thinking about college”. Truth be told I have no clue what Cathy or Madaline are up to- have not seen or talked to them since she was 2 or maybe 3. Urgh… I can’t hit the wine or volka but maybe a beer will help… Addiction- it sucks. Wish I was not addicted to Botox and Fillers- I need to find something cheaper for a vice.