“Setbacks are simply reminders.” ~Alison Schuh Hawsey The nightly wine was back. This time with a vengeance.
It began in late October, when I was happily organizing the bathroom of my new home. The phone rang, and everything changed.
My beloved friend/soulmate/ex-boyfriend/twin flame was in the hospital. Three days later, he passed over the veil. This was also the day I began completely giving up on any continuation of clean eating, drinking, and living.
That evening, I downed three dirty martinis on an empty stomach after a long spell of . Throwing up in my driveway was a new low.