From the November 2013 magazine.

November 2013: Dust Free

I had just come out of treatment in April 2012, and upon returning to work a close co-worker and confidant of mine asked me, “Are you really sure you’re an alcoholic?” I knew the answer was a definite “Yes,” but how could I explain it to her? I thought for a minute and I told her that after all I had been through, the answer was simple: Did I have dust? She looked at me and chuckled. “What does that mean?” she asked.

I’ll explain: A few years before my drinking went from bad to worse, I spent many a weekend with my husband going to expensive hotels and casinos. One time on our way back from Oregon, we stopped at a winery. Somehow I thought that if I became a wine connoisseur, I could not be an alcoholic. Feeling proud of myself for entering the world of sophisticated drinkers, I purchased six bottles and a new wine rack for my kitchen. When we arrived home, I proudly displayed my new rack on the counter. My husband was the kind of person who could enjoy a glass, sip it and make it last. Not me. My wine went down as smooth as lemonade on a hot day. If one glass was good, three were better. Needless to say, all six bottles were gone by Tuesday morning—OK, Monday night—and I was off to the store to replace them. Every two days, I made a trip to the store to replace the wine. With a full rack, it would not appear that I drank too much, or so I thought.

-- Anonymous

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