I am not a drinker by any means. I could count on one hand the number of times I've been drunk in my life. The first drink I ever had I was 25 years old, for goodness sake. After a long Saturday in which I was sobbing, I went to a bar with friends and ended up very drunk. It certainly helped m get my mind off things for a while. BUT:

I threw up in public. In fact, the world is still spinning. I'm sure that come Sunday and sobriety I'm going to be reaaaaallllly embarrassed by my actions.

But for now, I feel nothing and it's a kind of release.

ME: 38
BF: 40
T: 10y, no kids, no M (by choice)
BD: 7/14/14, BF admits to PA, wants out, lies about new R.
10/1/14: I move out, BF lies about move in with OW
12/4/14: OW confronted, reveals all the lies