In a roomful of men

I didn’t start drinking until I was 21. I drank socially for about 10 years or so, then eventually crossed the line into alcoholism. My descent was gradual. I hit bottom in the living room of my house where I lived alone. My 29-year marriage had failed, my sons were away at school, I was entangled in a sick relationship and I had to have a drink in the morning in order to face my wreck of a life.