I’ve said this before. I have struggled with recognizing her as an alcoholic. For me, that means falling down incapacitated drunk.

She wasn’t that, but she drank daily. It affected her health. She hid how much she drank. She used it to cope. She mixed it with medications and took my prescription anti anxiety meds on top of her own. I’m well familiar with the fruity smell of someone exhaling ketones because their body was metabolizing so much alcohol. Our room would be full of the smell regularly. The kids asked what it was.

I viewed this more as mental illness, then a personality disorder. I still struggle to say she is or was an alcoholic.

Anyway

It’s a beautiful day. Work is good. We have plans for the weekend. My belly is full. Things are good.

RDMercer