It’s the Bomb –

August 2, 2018 – Nearly nine years later, at 31, I’m grateful that I made my way toward sobriety But in the beginning, the thought of being young and living without alcohol terrified me. How exactly was I supposed to talk to strangers without a drink in hand? Or dance unselfconsciously with friends? At 22, I was single, and navigating a city that I’d moved to just a few years earlier. My then-ex (he’s now my husband, but that’s a story for another day) and I shared custody of our toddler, and when I wasn’t trying to balance preschool drop-offs, play dates, and a full-time job, I was trying to build up a group of friends that I could call up to party with on a Friday night or head to the beach the next day—girlfriends with whom I could share the intimate details of my life.

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