I hate the money spent, years wasted, health lost.
I hate the lack of focus in my life and the fact that I haven't achieved much of my potential.
I hate the disappointment on my dog's face when he realizes I'll be spending another day on the couch.
I hate all the classes, dinners, weddings, flights, concerts, events, family gatherings, etc., missed because of hangovers and the lies we've come up with as excuses.
I hate laying in bed or on the couch all day, especially when its beautiful.
I hate going on vacation and then not doing much because I'm hung over.
I hate laying in bed feeling like the earth could swallow me up and I wouldn't really care.
I hate having to alternate the places we buy wine and who buys it (me or hubby) so its not obvious we are going out 2x in one evening, though I'm sure our neighbors must wonder.
I hate when hubby and I fight over something completely stupid.
I hate that I made a drunken idiot of myself in front of my family the night before my sister's wedding and therefore could not enjoy her wedding ... my father has still not forgiven me for it, nor have I forgiven myself.
I hate the insidious feeling that comes over me at 4:30 because I want some.
I hate that AL makes me hate myself.
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