by Karin Aurino
I have this perfect life—a perfect husband, three happy children, a beautiful home in the City of Angels—even the neighbours are nice. So why am I hiding in my bedroom? Because everything that was good, has somehow turned bad. So I’ll stay upstairs. Problem solved.
Downstairs, my husband will be drinking a glass of wine while making dinner. It’s his turn to cook and he’ll be half into that bottle already. He’ll pour me a glass of red like he does every night. Fine wine—one of the first things we invested in when we started making our mark on the world.
It’s not a problem, but I stopped drinking today. Well, it’s early, so we’ll see. I’m not an alcoholic, but something happened recently, maybe a month ago. Something not so perfect. I don’t talk about it. [Read More…]