I won't miss waking up in the morning wondering if my husband and I are fighting or what nasty things I might have said to him the night before.
I won't miss being so hung over that I can't hear my son yelling for me.
I won't miss wondering if today is the day that my body is finally going to give out.
I won't miss looking in the mirror and seeing red blotches and a puffy face.
I won't miss the battle of good vs evil: to drink or not (I would spend all day everyday stressed out over this one)
I won't miss saying no to going out to dinner with my husband or friends because I have to be drunk before I eat.
I won't miss worrying that someday my son will have to tell people "My mom drank herself to death."