…I received a phone call from my sister around 10pm. It isn’t like her to call me, as we are not really all that close. But she called me as I was getting in to bed, because yes, now that I don’t drink, 10pm on a Friday night is a perfectly acceptable bed time. Anyhow, I answered the phone and she was extremely drunk and sobbing. She was at the bar right down the road from me (as was my mother, her boyfriend, my cousin and her husband), and had gotten into a fight with her boyfriend. She said she “needed’ me. So I asked her if she wanted me to come and pick her up and take her home – she said yes. I got dressed, ran out and picked her up, drove her home, and just listened to her as she cried and made absolutely no sense at all. I walked her into her house, made sure she was ok, and came back home. Told my husband when I got home that I felt grateful that I was there and able to take care of her, but also that I was able to see her like that, as it only reinforced my decision to stay sober. I don’t ever want to do that hysterical, crying drunk girl thing. I’ve done it way too many times in the past, and I have no interest in living that way anymore.
Tomorrow will be day 50 for me.