“Own the story and write the ending.”
– Brene′ Brown
“Do you think I’m an alcoholic?”
Every time I asked my husband or my friends this question, they said no. After all, alcoholics drive drunk and careen into oncoming traffic. They smash through their neighbor’s flowerbeds, over mailboxes and people. They get arrested.
Alcoholics black out and vomit and forget to shower themselves before going in public. They reek of vodka.
Alcoholics ruin their relationships because they choose alcohol over love, safety, and their bank account. This did not describe me — not yet, anyway. I only met 8 out of the 10 criterion on the “Am I An Alcoholic?” quiz that I took online. I was an 80% alcoholic who has literally scrounged together pocket change to buy a bottle of $5.99 wine on more than one occasion.
Let me be clear: my reasons for loving wine are iron-clad…
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