Mom, you didn’t raise an alcoholic. You helped me pick up all my broken pieces and build me into the woman I am today.
I jumped from job to job and relationship to relationship. 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 was around 21, I met the man that is now my husband. We were, “the party couple,” until my birth control failed and I found myself pregnant. Our parents convinced us getting marriage was the right thing to do, so we did.
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