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In the spirit of online journaling for the sake of keeping one’s memories fresh, I hereby record the following fact: Last night my husband drank so much, and got so sick, that this morning he vowed (listen up, internet) to never drink again.

We went to his office’s annual Christmas, er, “Holiday” party and had a great time. I, the designated sober person, had an evening of fun and lemon-infused water, while watching the folks around me get rip-roaring drunk. The night went on longer than it should have, and I probably should have stopped my wonderful husband earlier than I did, (because you know, I did cut him off,) and before we knew it, he was leaning out of the car, begging the Good Lord to send some relief his way.

It took an hour to get home. Under normal circumstances it would have been a 20 minute drive.

Today he is okay. He survived the pains of mixing gin, beer, and tequila shots, but under no circumstances does he want to revisit what he went through.

Before I end this I want you all to notice the way I didn’t go into too much detail regarding the exact degree of sick that this man was in. I do this with mixed feelings. On one hand, it isn’t my story to tell, and although he probably remembers much less than I, sober mcsoberson do, it’s likely an overshare on my part to go into those gory specifics. On the other hand, though, I don’t want him, or anyone else to think that alcohol is a harmless drug that does not hurt anyone but yourself. When it’s cold and dark and you don’t quite know how you’re going to drive your husband home, it’s very, very clear to me that the drunk person is not the only one affected.

Merry Christmas, people. And remember that there is lots of fun to be had in this life without drugs or alcohol.