I don’t know when he went off the rails. I do know that he got so good at lying that no one — not his family, not our friends, not our marriage counselor and most certainly not I — suspected that he had two separate lives.
I learned these lessons the hard way.
I wanted to be drunk on him. I wanted an addiction to form.
This is dangerous.
Vanderpump Rules is probably the best show on television (in my personal opinion which is based on the three shows that I watch) and the third season is the best yet.
My first memory is of my parents swigging bottom shelf vodka out of the bottle while I was in a carseat in the back. That was the precursor for my whole life.
I’m going to hate that this is my opening paragraph and I’ll tell you why in a minute. But, for the sake of starting this, let’s just get it over with: another person from my hometown recently died from a drug overdose.
Naloxone is no joke. I’m here to tell you from experience, that sh*t hurts.
I provide therapy for people with dependence issues. Commonly, they’re known as “addicts.” But I’ve got a real problem with that word.
I just entered “binge watching” into Google and there is actually a Wikipedia page dedicated to the phenomenon.