205 Days
Today has been so difficult. It's May 5th- cinco de mayo or cinco de drinko as I have always called it. This day last year I was out drinking & drinking late into the night although it was a work night. I vividly recall my husband leaving with our younger daughter while I stayed late into the night with my middle daughter (college aged) and her boyfriend. It was more important for me to stay & party than to go home with my husband. I shake my head at that memory. What was I thinking? How selfish! Fast forward a year and tonight I made tacos (my homage to the holiday) and went to an AA meeting. I wasn't planning on going but my oldest daughter (the new college graduate) is here and after drinking the afternoon away she was drunk fighting with her boyfriend. I started to feel shaky & uncomfortable in my house thus the meeting. I know my husband was confused that I just needed to get out of the house so knowing he wanted me to stay home made it that much harder to go ...