Ok. I fell off last night. I will not give up. I need to get it outta the house.
The wife and I take turns buying it, and she bought last, so I'll try and pretend it's hers and off limits. There is no fucking way I'll pour hers out. That's a torture sentence and not drinking is hard enough. Fuck!
Try to keep your mind off of it. Accept that you might be bored as you settle into a new routine. A new, subtler vibrancy can blossom once you've been all clean for a while.
I have a mostly-full wine fridge sitting in my kitchen. Haven't been paying it any mind, but that's come with practice.
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