Well, you're sure not ever going to get her back by drinking, are you? This is where the rubber meets the road. When my wife left me I had two choices: Crawl inside the bottle and die, or sober up and show her what I was made of. I chose the latter. She didn't come back. But you know what? She knows I changed. She knows she missed out and I'm strong enough to know now that I don't care if she comes back or not anymore. I miss her. I do. But my life is going to go on. Better than it ever has been. Because I'm sober and I'm the best 'me' I've ever been. Use this to motivate you. You can do it.