It isn’t surprising that a month has gone
by since my last entry. It feels unnatural to do anything ever since I
decided…that I had a drinking problem. I suppose it’s incorrect and misleading
to recognize this problem in the past tense. I have a very real present tense
problem. I can’t only have one glass of wine yet I assume, at the check stand
every night, which it is feasible. And then I sneak the bottles out so that my
amazingly centered and drink-free boyfriend remains unaware. But I know that he
knows. We both pretend. So, in the end, I hope I remember how happy I was on in my last sober entry and that it could have been the start of a truly
beautiful thing.