Sofa Sweet Sofa
Once the couch and liquor were her best friends. Now she can’t get enough of the sun
I’m not a people person. I play one at work—but that’s not really me. At the end of my drinking career, I would just sit on the sofa and drink until I passed out. I used to go out and drink with people from work, but that stopped after scary encounters driving home and many mornings wondering whether my car was in the driveway. It was easier and cheaper to just drink on the sofa. The summer before I got sober, I didn’t see anybody much but my husband.