Yesterday I finally finished the documentary My Name Was Bette. I had it downloaded on my phone and our wifi connection was too slow to stream it, so sweet supportive Husband watched it with me at the kitchen table. On my iPhone. That's love in action.
Husband and I talked a lot about the information in it. He has been cutting down his drinking these past few month and the documentary highlight good reasons to do so. We talked about the unfairness that women proportionally are harmed more by alcohol and how it might feel to see my dad this summer, as I feel helpless to help him address his drinking and his deteriorating health because of it.
We also talked about the dangers of the documentary. People can walk away and conclude "I'm not that bad, so I'm not an alcoholic." What "drinking" meant was left vague. There was a point where Bette went to rehab in her 30s and it was discovered that she already had some liver damage. Her friend concluded it was too late for Bette. IT IS NEVER TOO LATE TO STOP DRINKING. And she lived another 30 years!
Overall, first sobriety film is a success to keep momentum going and to keep me growing!