Drinking a Love Story Then and Now Her husband grew tired, weary of the routine. They were arguing again as they did nearly every night. Harsh words throughout the day or small digs here and there but they added up. Bit by bit she knew she was losing him. Was there someone else? Why was
I used to believe my drinking was abnormal. My emotions and mood swings, my anxiety about the drinking itself, seemed to keep me going round on the hamster wheel of drink, drunk, regret. Even though I promised myself daily that I would stop. Just STOP! Now I believe that what I was going through with
I had so many false starts when I tried to stop drinking. It really felt like alcohol had a hold on me that I would never be able to shake it. Day 3 alcohol-free was always a killer that brought me down and I tripped up so many times that at one point I just
Feeling a bit lost Who am I now? I have to keep it all together somehow Right, okay Time to paint on a face Is my mask on straight? It’s fine really, funny even I’ll be feeling okay again this evening When it’s me time Kid’s in bed time Down time Wine time I can
I have been anticipating my first alcohol-free holiday season in more than 20 years with some dread, already casting about in my mind for ways to make it bearable without a wineglass in my hand. Even though my social life is much less frantic than during my working years, there are many things I cherish
