I think I fell off the wagon. Or at least I’ve hung my one foot over the edge, and am dipping my toes in the murky water. It was about two months ago and it was in front of the people that I care about. No one batted an eye. If anything, not drinking in social situations makes me stick out. People must bring up the lack of drink in my hand. I have to explain myself for only ordering Ginger Ale. Not a soul required…
Writes literary fiction with a speculative bent. A parent of teens. Accidental house flipper. Friend of cats and dogs. Kindness matters. ND Bi (she/they)