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I Got Sober. I Wasn’t Prepared for Who I’d Have to Face.
Removing alcohol didn’t get rid of the reasons I reached for it in the first place.
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Holding my pounding head in my hands, I rolled out of bed and reached for my phone. Tentatively, I opened my messages, already dreading what I might find.
And there it was.
“Quint was sure on a roll last night! How are you today?”
I stared at the screen for a moment and tried to piece together what my friend might be talking about.
It was futile, though, because my memories of the previous evening were just a bunch of foggy fragments. Nothing made any sense. All I knew was that I had been on a bender, and I had the headache to prove it.
I hesitated for a moment and then typed out a reply.
“Let’s just say Quint had a fun night!”
With a tinge of embarrassment, I hit send and wearily sat up in bed. My phone buzzed again almost immediately.
“Never change!”
I stared down at those two words for a moment as the meaning slowly sank in. My friend meant them as a compliment. It was a playful nod to the entertaining character I had…
