The Laundromat Lush

My name is Monica. I am an alcoholic. In my drinking days, I found the ideal spot for the alcoholic housewife: the neighborhood Laundromat. There, I could be a proper mother and wife while drinking up a storm. At the Laundromat, I was undisturbed by barflies with questionable and unwanted intentions. Also, I believed I was the image of all domestic virtues, secluded in my washday (any day) refuge.