August 2013: Morning Shower
A drunken fall washed away her denial
They called me a “late bloomer” because I didn’t start drinking alcoholically until I was in my 40s. I worked full-time, attended college part-time, and raised three sons, rarely missing evening sports practice or games on weekends.
I never drank at home. My husband was an alcoholic. I couldn’t stand the sound of him opening his beer cans. He didn’t participate in evening events or go on vacation with us to the beach. I was unhappy and wanted to leave but didn’t have