It has been quite some time since I cried myself to sleep. Tonight I didn't let myself, I shed some tears and got up to sort out my thoughts.

My first thought was it has been 76 days and today I thought for sure I was going to have a  drink. As a matter of fact, when I left work today I pictured myself opening the bottle of wine that had been sitting on the counter since Christmas. Then I spoke to my husband and he said he was going to have some drinks tonight. At that point I could feel the whiskey burning away every shred of my miserable day.

Today started like any other. I was up before my alarm and checked my phone. I had a message from my brother calling me an asshole and telling me fuck you. Nice, real nice.

You see last night I...

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