There had been a lot of low points in my life until I decided to get my act together and turn it all around. I had been a high-functioning alcoholic since my mid-teens. I’d gotten through high school and then the first year of college despite partying way too much, and drinking alone even more.

There was a DWI on my record, and really it was amazing that I just had the one. I had been lucky. Well, even luckier that I hadn’t gotten myself or someone else killed. I convinced the judge and my family that it was just a bad decision on my part and not something I did regularly. So they put one of those devices on your car where you have to blow into it before the car can be started.

Which leads me to when I hit rock bottom. I’d been drinking in my room all afternoon while I studied. It was okay, because I had no plans for the rest of the day other than drinking, faking sobriety through dinner with my parents and my brother, and then more drinking until I fell asleep or passed out, whichever came first.

But then I got a phone call from my best friend and best enabler. She said there was an impromptu party going on tonight, and I just had to be there. And because she said it, I felt like I just had to be there. Drinking alone was… well, lonely. There was the judgment of the mirror. When you’re surrounded by other people that are drinking, then you can pretend it’s normal. And the others don’t know that you being that drunk wasn’t a regular thing.

There’s no way I could start my car with my blood alcohol content what it was right now. Maybe the smart thing to do would have been to get an Uber or try to arrange a ride. But I wasn’t thinking that clearly right then. I was a combination of medium drunk and also hyper-excited about going to a party.

I went to my brother’s room. He was studying for his college classes, same as me, minus the drinking. I’d dressed up real cute for the party, and I’d also covered myself in perfume, gargled with mouthwash, and was currently sucking on a breath mint to hide the smell of alcohol around me.

“I need help with my car,” I told him, grabbing his arm.

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This one is a bit long, and probably too long to be recorded. But I was more focused on the story. There is sex, and hopefully both that and the story are interesting to people. But you have to wait a while for the lewd part.

I can't say that this story has a happy ending, either. On the surface it is, but maybe it's just trading one addiction for another. But for the sake of this all being pretend, let's say they live happily ever after.

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