Glad it’s Friday and even more glad I have a week off work.
Glad too that I’ve managed to excuse myself off to bed. I’m okay for most of the night but there always comes a point where something small but significant inside me snaps and I just can’t wait to be away from the drinkers. Who, paradoxically, never want me to leave.
Tomorrow will be better, I’m sure.
I look now and think “how could I -do- that all those years?” and yet it wasn’t long ago at all that I thought it was not just -a- necessary thing in life but -the- necessary thing in life for celebration, stress reduction, any random Tuesday...life without drinking at all, ever, seemed impossible.
Boy was I wrong.
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