I was 23 when we met. Young and naive, I fell fast for the techie with a fancy car and a job that required clothes to be regularly dry cleaned. He boasted about already having college savings started for his future kids. He bought his mom (and soon my mom) fancy bouquets on Mothers Day. He took me to the nicest restaurants, and the boutique hotels for weekend getaways.
Yes, he had faults. I remember telling him early on I was concerned he drank too much. Having a father who was an alcoholic, I was turned off by the daily drinking. But by then I was already smitten. And soon, I started drinking alongside him. After all, who wants to be sober next to someone who is regularly drunk?
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