Divorce, Alcoholic Style

I grew up full of fear, self-doubt, shyness, self-consciousness, anxiety and fear of insanity. After graduating high school and completing business school, I secured a job, met Wayne, and decided to marry him and fix him. That was a bad idea—and I knew it. Walking down the aisle dressed all in white, alarms went off inside me. While I was kneeling at the altar, in order to silence the noise I came up with a solution: I’ll get a divorce! We then stood up and I said, “I do.”