As I left for work this morning, I took one more glance at my youngest. He was sadly staring at me, watching me leave him—again.
I feel guilty because my addiction took from my enjoyment of parenting my first child. I feel guilty because even though now I have it together, for so long I did not.
I loved being a party girl, going out every night and getting wasted. I thought it made my life fun. Sure, there was shame and regret in the morning, but I could wash that away with a few drinks.
When I got pregnant, I thought becoming a mom would keep me sober.