Since we broke up the kitchen counter has been used to prepare booze far more often than it’s been used to prepare an actual meal.
I asked to go to rehab for drugs and alcohol..
because I thought it was better than telling them that I might be losing my mind…
The only difference – now…
I KNOW I am
I drink too much.
But I like it.
I only cry when I’m drunk….
I’m terrified this is the only time I feel emotions.
but I’m more scared of not feeling anything, which is why I still drink.
I hide my bottles of vodka under my daughters bed
P.S. your daughter always knew
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