Yeah, but New York State is not going to be a viable option for a lot of people. Bigotry in small town New York is real to the point that sundown towns are a thing, and even when they’re not, it’s a lot easier to find a confederate flag bumper sticker than an antifa one, especially if you’re out of Hudson valley.
I’m in Germany and the word “evangelisch” means “Protestant,” not “evangelical,” which fucked me up for a while because I kept assuming my Christian friend would be insane at some point, but she’s just very reasonable. I finally realized that she’s just a very chill Lutheran and I was mistranslating
I’d want an excellent vegan copycat of my dad’s turkey meatloaf with mashed potatoes, corn spoon bread, and Brussels sprouts, but I would want to keep the meatloaf to have the most incredible sandwich the next day: a half size (20cm/8in long) ciabatta loaf, half of it spread with stone ground mustard (optional sharp cheddar sliced over the mustard side), then toasted, with slices of meatloaf browned and then assembled into a sandwich. Baby spinach optional.
I would feel awful if I found out I had been enabling someone’s alcoholism, especially if they only allowed it because they trusted me and I offered them drinks. I have ADHD and autism, so I understand making yourself hard and fast rules to avoid having to make your own self control (I’m not saying that’s definitely what you’re doing).
Could you perhaps try gradually increasing the rules one by one so that in the end there’s basically no scenario in which you drink? I’m talking: a trusted person offers it to you; it’s a weekend; it’s nice weather out; your whole house is clean; you’ve got extra cash; you ate healthy that day; you are already in a good mood; your beloved (hopefully incapable, for this situation) sports team has won; you talked to two relatives that day, etc. I’m not a therapist, but that works for me. The problem is when I mess up- my rules are great for keeping me out of trouble, but they make me spiral if/when I do break them. You might have to figure out a combination of zero tolerance for “mistakes” and allowing yourself to make actual mistakes without spiraling.
What a horrifying name, when viewed as a compound word. Thankfully, it seems to be a germanicization of palačinka.