Now my whole family knows about my "problem" as well as several of my friends. Rarely does anyone say anything to me about it but the looks of worry and concern are there. They all want me to quit and I know I SHOULD but I don't know if I really WANT to. I know I am not doing myself any favors by continuing to drink but my poison of choice (Chardonnay...Mr. C as I like to call him) has somehow intwined itself into my life to the point where I am terrified to let him go. I did it for awhile last summer but to a certain point I felt like I lost a big part of my identity. I have always been the party girl...who am I if I am not that person anymore? How on earth do I begin to redefine myself at the age of 41 when I don't know who I am without a glass of wine?
Doesn't this just sound crazy and like I am looking for pity. How can I be a victime of a bunch of grapes???
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