I hear you loud and clear on many points, Mera. I miss my wine. Not gonna lie. I miss the romantic times with it...cooking a nice meal...sitting in the hot tub...on a dock at the cottage...enjoying some fun times on holidays....BUT I do not miss my teeth turning red, and a wine mustache...or gulping it down...or worrying if I have enough to get through the night...or slicing my finger open on a plate I dropped hammered needing stitches ...getting into a heated argument over something stupid with my bf...only remember 1/2 of the evening....not remembering if I thanked the host properly ...wishing my son hurried up to get to bed so I could get back to my wine...the groggy next day...the anxiety...the depression...Yea, I really miss it
