So last night I slipped off the wagon. I'm trying not to beat myself up about it.
I was contacted by the ex friend yesterday afternoon. She was furious that I had asked a mutual friend to return a garden fork to her for me. Naturally this put me on edge. I called my local brother and asked him to bring me a drink. He said "I'll help ya out" then came over with weed. In his own way he was looking out for me because he knows I shouldn't be drinking on my anti-spasmodics.
So I'm making an appt with my therapist today. Still haven't told her about the blow up with my friend.
Today sucks. :-(
'People are never perfect but love can be. People waste time looking for the perfect lover rather than creating the perfect love' - Princess Leigh-Cheri from Still Life With Woodpecker.