Last night I went out with my granddad, his wife and her niece. We went to an amazing seafood restaurant and they all got drinks. I sat there, ordered a water with lemon and felt like a misfit. I didn’t feel left out by them it was merely the situation. That feeling did not last long but it was very strong and overwhelming.
As they ordered their drinks I thought back to what it was like when I drank: hell. All three of them were able to have a drink a piece and that was it; after all this time I still can’t believe it when I see others just having one drink and that’s it.
I was frustrated with myself sitting there, I wanted to drink l. I wanted to take part in the wine tasting but I couldn’t. I couldn’t because I know the destruction alcohol brings to my life.