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Mother’s Day

Her hidden bottles and quiet despair ended one spring morning by the pool

Every morning I woke up hung-over and in tremendous conflict. When could I get to the liquor store? This was especially challenging on weekends because my husband and children were at home. Somehow I’d make it to the store, usually timing it to coincide with my husband’s shower. I reeked of alcohol from every pore; even the dog wouldn’t get in the car with me.

When I returned, having miraculously avoided a car accident, I’d hide the bottles in the hedges in front of our house until I could smuggle them into the kitchen. I remember seeing the looks on my daughters’ faces as... Login to read more
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