So 3 days and three nights later I woke up on the floor. It was noon on the fourth day. There were wine bottles strewn everywhere. The Four Hideous Horsemen from hell had descended upon me with great vengeance and furious anger. They let me know that I had been truly whipped, again. Now my wife was sitting beside me. She laid a hand upon me and told me not to take this as a setback. She said she was proud of my 80 days and next time I can do 90, or six months, or a year. She told me not to give up, but to get up and do it all over again. Never mind what happened. As a matter of curiosity, she did ask me what happened that made me want to drink again after 80 days. I wanted to tell her it was the GREAT THIRST, but there is no point in trying to explain that to someone who is not an alcoholic. They just wouldn’t understand. So I said this instead. I can’t stop when I start and I can’t not start, unless I have an alternative. I hope that might be the AA and all I can really do is try again. Try harder, heed the advice of my fellow alcoholics and try to accept it. ~Mike