Stacy’s Note
I remember the day I woke up to see that she was gone. She was my life, my everything but now she was simply gone. There was a note: “Steve, I can not do this any more. You love your alcohol more than me.”
I called my brother and told him Stacy was gone. He came over and we talked for a while. He told me I needed to accept what he and other family members had been trying to tell me for years: the alcohol was more important to me and had taken over my entire life. Sure, I could function through the week at my job but on weekends it was all about getting drunk. I backed out of more family events and special occasions every year just to stay home and get drunk.
The last couple of weeks Stacy and some of our friends has been telling me how overboard I had really gotten lately. When they told me I should get help I cussed them out and told them to mind their own business. I remembered dimly some of the arguments but apparently not as well as they did.
I think Stacy’s final straw was when the check for the water bounced that Wednesday and it was shut off. I jumped on her and she in turn did a little research and saw where I had used the debit card to buy some vodka and beer the previous Friday evening totalling nearly a hundred dollars. If I had not bought the alcohol, the water check would not have bounced.
My brother called his neighbor who is a counselor at a drug rehabilitation center and spoke to him for a little while then handed me the phone. Sometimes an intervention is needed but I think Stacy’s leaving was my intervention, definitely my wake up call. I agreed to go into the residential program immediately and my brother drove me over.
After a little while, we were able to have family members come and take part. I was so happy and excited to see Stacy. My brother had called her and when he told her that this time I really did take the steps to get help, she was thrilled.
Stacy and I are back together. I have been sober for two years now. There are days when life is not that easy; I get through them without the use of alcohol but using the tools I learned at the rehab center. Almost losing Stacy made me realize that there is more to life than alcohol. I have her note from back then to this day to remind me that I never want to get that close to losing her again.
