Garlic Bread Over Bacardi: A Sobriety Perspective

I was making spaghetti for my girlfriend, wanting dinner ready when she got off work. Nothing fancy—just a home-cooked meal to wind down the day. I went to the freezer, digging past the blueberry waffles and a thin-crust pizza, searching for the garlic bread I had stashed just for this moment.

That’s when I saw it.

Tucked in the ice tray, right where I swore my garlic bread should be, was a tiny shot of Bacardi white rum.

At first, I just stared at it. Not because I wanted it—just because I didn’t even remember it was there. Then I remembered—I bought it for my girlfriend months ago, maybe four or five, when she asked me to grab her something. I had completely forgotten about it.

Bacardi used to be my drink of choice, the poison I drowned in before I chose to live. And yet, standing there, staring at that little bottle, I felt… nothing. No craving, no temptation. Just mild surprise—like finding an old receipt in your pocket from a life you don’t recognize anymore.

Then my eyes landed on the garlic bread—or rather, the only two pieces that were left.

And that’s when I was pissed.

Not at the rum. Not at the memories it carried. But at the fact that I only had two damn pieces of garlic bread.

The irony wasn’t lost on me. The thing that once controlled my life, that almost destroyed me, now sat there, insignificant, collecting frost. Meanwhile, here I was, genuinely more upset about a lack of garlic bread than the presence of alcohol in my freezer.

That’s how I know I’ve changed.

Back in the day, that little bottle would have had power over me. I would have seen it as a ticket to escape, a reason to spiral, an excuse to “just have one.” But now? It’s just an irrelevant leftover from a version of me that doesn’t exist anymore.

Meanwhile, the garlic bread? That was real. That was right now. That was part of a dinner I was making for someone I love, for a life I’m building. And that’s what mattered.

So yeah, if you ever needed proof that recovery shifts your priorities—there it is. I used to chase the bottle. Now I’m out here wishing I had a full loaf of garlic bread.

And that, my friends, is what healing looks like.

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