Day 12 - and my wife is leaving for the night.............
typically would be the "perfect" night for me to get good and wasted. I was replaying the pattern of my past nights alone - early drunk, maybe pass out midday, shake myself awake, unclear if it's daytime or the middle of the night, reload with some more poison. Then actually get the 3/4am wake up and sit in a state of panic until I have to get ready for work. Maybe a trip to the toilet to vomit a couple times before I put on my suit.
Lord.
Treating myself today like someone who deserves to be taken care of.
Because no one is coming to save me.
Happy Sunday people.