Meashu

I grew up in a large Catholic family where beer was a staple at every family function. I also had a very nervous and depressive father who lost jobs periodically throughout my childhood. I wasn't really interested in "drinking" in college until my senior year. I think I started to realize that I was missing out on college life and experiences that everyone talks about.
Then I moved to New York City, where you can drink and do drugs with strangers and never worry about what an you were, because you may never see that person again.
Meanwhile, I started to get anxious about money, career, family, life choices. I made a lot of poor choices. Finally, I met a man that was all I could have ever asked for and more. He didn't drink when I met him, but I get peer pressure and desire to be part of the fun, he joined my drinking.
Now we drink every night of the week and drink too much. Not good for your body or mental health anyway, but now we have started to fight and go to bed angry.

I know we need to fix our relationship, but I am starting with fixing me. No more regular boozin' during the week. I can't stand this jittery stomach!