That Fateful Phone Call

About two years ago, I got sober. Before that, I drank a lot and often. It seemed at the time that it was the only way to cope with what I was going through. I drank every day. I had to. I tried and was usually successful in waiting until the late afternoon to start, but I couldn't go a day without a bottle or two of wine. I graduated from the bottles to the box because it was easier to hide how much I was consuming.