Here we go.
A clean slate, so to speak.
I'm staring at a blank screen, my curser blinking at me, my head throbbing and my heart's weighted down with more guilt from a shitty night.
I'm hung over.
I feel like hell since I was a monster last night to my husband.
I've tried meetings, I've done therapy, and I know I have a problem. And my problem kicks me square in the jaw when I cross the invisible line between happy drunk to F$*#ed up drunk.
Writing helped me through one divorce and I don't need another one. I have the best husband in the world and a beautiful daughter.
I'm young and teetering on the line of throwing it all away from my stupid drinking.
So, I'm giving this a try. Blogging, I'm not using my real name and nor do I hope that anyone that knows me finds out about this little secret.
I feel like hell; depressed and all out of sorts from my booze last night. I am going to be worthless at work today.
Cheers to a double life and writing away my problem with booze.
Sally
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