How do you know whether you love alcohol or have become dependent?
It seems strange to me now, given the grief it caused me, how much I loved alcohol. Long after we split up, I was convinced the separation was temporary, that a proper break would change things between us. That we’d be able to make it work.
But if a dynamic is toxic, it takes more than time to fix it. It requires the concerted efforts of two, each committed to doing the hard work to better themselves. Honestly, alcohol was never prepared to do that.
Alcohol never did anything. That’s what made it so irresistible. Sheer effortlessness.