The other part of me will be here reading the tool box and cooking dinner.
I'm really having a hard time. I'm crying because I want to drink so badly despite all the bottoms I have hit. I am angry and spitting mad that I still desire something so vile that it stole my 30 year old brother from me, stole my 56 year old mother, and has torched my life to the ground so many times. I'm astonished and disgusted that even after my 8 year old son has looked at me with his innocent little face and begged me to quit drinking with great bigs sobs. I'm in agony that despite blackouts, doing heinous things while in black outs, and waking up a million times saying "this has to stop"; that I still crave the burn and sense of ease and comfort that I get from having that drink.
I am angry and I am craving the thing that I hate the most in this world.
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