Okay, so after a horrible Wednesday night in which I drunk-dialled STBXWW's best friend, and then sobbed on the couch for a couple hours, I decided that I'm going to take a vacation from drinking.
I have my boys here every weekend, and usually I have a couple glasses of wine while frying up our steaks on Saturday night. I don't get drunk, but usually have a bit of a buzz on.
Tonight, we discussed how I wasn't going to drink for a while because it may be contributing to my depression,
As I was forcing our ten-year-old to clean his plate, he joked, "I like you better when you're drunk."
I responded, "What a coincidence. I also like you better when I'm drunk!"
It was just one of those warm, fun moments when we insult each other. Life has some good bits too. I need to remember that.Loyal spouse: Me; Disloyal spouse: The Princess
Two sons: Currently 10 and 13
D-Day: Nov 15, 2012
Separated: March 2, 2013 after 17 years of marriage
The best thing about hitting rock bottom is that everything after that looks fucking fabulous!