My weekend drinking binges we more out of habit than need. It was Saturday night, so I must drink. And drink. And drink.
I discovered the concept of love addiction at a recovery conference. As I listened, I shuddered as I realized how many of the boxes I ticked.
I didn’t acknowledge my grief. I drank. I drank until that grief became something that could be locked away.
It’s February 2004 and I’m sitting outside of my Aunts house in Marietta. My life is a mess, and the prognosis is not hopeful.