You and I drink every night. A lot. It's gotten to the point that I can't sleep if I'm sober; neither can you. When we try, we both have terrifying nightmares. We don't let that happen two nights in a row.

Once or twice a week, you get violent. I wake up with a split lip, bruised arms, and no recollection of how it started or how it ended. The bedroom door is broken, the closet door is broken, the bookshelf is in shambles, everything is a new mystery.

Before we met, I was so responsible and productive. I had a fully stocked bar that had stayed that way for years on end. Now I'm just functioning....

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