I have been lurking and posting when I feel I can be of some assistance. But I have been postponing "my story" for quite some time so here goes....
My mother originally gave me up for adoption. I was in another home for several months before she decided to take me back and raise me. I have felt all of my life that she made a tremendous mistake and should have left me with whomever was going to adopt me.
I have been drinking to alleviate emotional pain for some time now. It started off in my late twenties. I enjoyed drinking with my friends. I was free to explore what made me...me.
I got married to a wonderful man. He seemed so capable. We had a steady income and family life. Then I got pregnant. I panicked at first because I knew I would not be able to drink while pregnant. It wasn't so bad.
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