I haven’t stopped completely, but I’ve very much curtailed it.
During college, alcohol was a nightly dare. In Colorado, you could drink 3.2% beer at 18; this was just before Nancy Reagan’s “Just Say No” campaign got drinking ages up to 21. So my sophomore and junior years’ night were usually spent at the local pub, that actually had what were called “Drown Nights”, where it cost $6 to get in, but pitchers of beer were only 25¢. (And I just had to get my money’s worth.) Then when I turned 21 as a senior, the challenge was to try as many varied liquors as I could (with my roommates). We had a lattice wall that we were successful in filling with about 125 unique types of liquor.
After college and before I was dating my future wife, I’d drink 3-4 beers a night. On weekends, I’d have 6 or so at a bar in the city, meaning I was drunk driving about 100 times a year. (Ended up with 3 DUIs, one with a freakin’ rollover crash.)
After getting married, I didn’t feel like drinking if my wife wasn’t (we’d split a bottle of wine about once a week). Then, when I became a father, I just got a sense that it’d be better if I had all my faculties in case we had to rush the baby to the doctor (we did when she was 3 weeks old).
Now, I have maybe 1 drink a week, usually a craft beer. If I ever do have more than one a night (or a 24-oz size), I feel so stupid having a buzz. I’ve seen pictures of classmates on Facebook that are my age, but look about 10 years older; you can tell it’s from booze.
My alcoholic sister, who just turned 58, looks like she’s in her 70s. Our mom, when she was in her 70s, looked like she was in her 60s. So about 2 years ago, you could probably honestly say my mom and sister looked like siblings.
I have absolutely no desire to feel drunk/stoned/ODed, like I used to in college. I’m glad whatever gene my sister got (probably from her biological father) isn’t in me. We’ve had years of heartbreak with her, losing touch with her children, a second and third divorce, etc. This last two months she’s had no drinks, and is finding support. I hope it keeps up, but I’ve heard horror stories about falling off the wagon.