went to a wedding reception last saturday after 3 weeks of being on antabuse. i knew i couldn't drink but i still felt awkward. a number of (drunk) people slapped me on the back saying well done, respect your decision to quit, "i couldn't do it" etc.. but i felt out of place. i kept thinking i should be on their level, relaxed, merry, enjoying myself, joining in the tipsy banter. it got to the point where i thought i must be really boring to be with! i felt proud of myself though for doing what i'm doing and not leaving the party early under pressure. i stayed until the end. it was my first real test to see if i could at least attend these alcohol soaked occasions and deal with them which i think i did! to be fair to me, it wasn't me that was puking up or falling over on the night or waking up the next day feel like death warmed up!! :)
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