Not the Day to Be in Jail

My husband had just served me with divorce papers. It was December 2002, and we had been married 20 years. I was not allowed to see my three sons, ages 11, 12 and 15. I could not take the grief, so I rented a cheap motel room and decided that the only way to get through this was to drink. I checked into the motel and drank until I passed out, then woke up and drank some more.