Today would have been day 80. Drink free.

Unfortunately that is not the case. I allowed myself to have a drink. Three drinks to be exact. Three whiskey and diet cokes.

Don't shake your head at me. I needed a hole to hide in so with my husband by my side I decided I was going to have three drinks tonight.

Have you ever had salt rubbed in a cut? Like literally gotten salt in a teeny tiny paper cut?

That shit stings like crazy!!!

That's what happened to me today.

My job had cut me wide open with the whole store manager thing.

But I still had this last little bit of hope that we would be going to Block Island.

This would give us three more years with the company and three years to figure out what I am going to...

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