Sometimes I want to drink because I want to create a scene. Not a dramatic scene, but a lovely one. A somewhat hazy, but happy, relaxing time at home with the husband. But if I can’t create that scene without the alcohol, then maybe the lovely time I sometimes long for was really just an aberration, a sort of false reality.
Rose colored glasses? Romancing the drink?
Anyway, it’s still…
Happy Sober Sunday,