How long can I keep smiling and nodding like everything’s okay, scrambling around to fix it all while also cringing inside?
I was drunk. I was in no fit state to give consent, or to be a competent participant in what happened. My addiction left me vulnerable.
The dreaded math homework: Cue the sweats, the expanding pit in the stomach, the preemptive anxiety attack, and the knowledge that one or both of you will be crying soon.
I had seen my possible future when my grandmother died of liver problems. At the time, I was resigned to the fact that this would be my fate.
I was an alcoholic when I got married. It took me a long time to admit it, but once I did, I committed to learning how to cope without numbing.