Cocaine had always been around and I started to take it regularly, realising that I could drink as much - more even - and the cocaine would stop me from getting sloppy and, more importantly, from blacking out.
I lived for the moment I could leave the house to meet someone for lunch, telling my husband I'd be home by 6pm but knowing it would probably end up being more like 6am.
I endured blackouts and sexual assault but nothing was as sobering as the moment I realised I was an alcoholic I DIDN’T fit the stereotypical image of an alcoholic.
I never drank in the morning, I never hid vodka around the house, and I wasn’t drunk around my kids.
I don’t like the term “functioning alcoholic,” but I suppose it’s what most people would understand.
