I was adrift, and maybe I still am, a little bit. But not everything is out of my control.
That's right: I drive around in my beat-up minivan, shop the clearance racks, and I'm happy.
And here's the thing: This is true, even though the alcoholic is now my ex-husband.
And yes, these things really help me feel less stressed and happier overall.
See, when I was drinking and using, I didn’t care what people thought. I gave zero fu*ks. Now that I’m sober, I give a LOT of fu*ks.