Hiding the booze

I had a very good counseling session yesterday. Among other things, I talked to my Counselor, Laura, about this week on Lake Michigan. She had asked about my family and i told her how supportive everyone was, then she asked if there was alcohol in the cottage. At the time, there was a lot. Two cases of beer in the fridge, at least 2 bottles of wine, and half empty beer cans and wine glasses greeting me when I got up. She asked me why. I suppose I just didn’t want to impose on everyone. Also, everyone struggles to understand my alcoholism, and people sometimes think if I stumble across a can of beer, I’ll go crazy. This is not the case and I guess I was trying to prove a point. She pointed out all the precautions I took for my trip to France and said asking people not to have beer for a couple of days didn’t seem too much to ask. Kris and I talked about it yesterday and now all the alcohol is out of the house, and I feel much more comfortable.