I was in an abusive relationship that I asked for, made excuses to keep, and kept hoping it would change. You don’t know Milwaukee’s Best Ice like I do. You don’t see us during the good times. It can be very sweet; tender, even. It makes time for me, and it’s always on sale. Not all beers can say that.

Step One:
We admitted we were powerless over alcohol – that our lives had become unmanageable.

Make no mistake: booze is an extremely jealous liquid. It needs reassurances, back rubs, and long, quiet talks in an idling car at the far end of big box parking lot. It was there to help me through the bad times, the good times, the awake times. To think that I could go out there and interact with society on my own was heresy.

And so I did the only thing I could do, given the circumstances. I promised to myself that next time it would be different. I’d lay down some ground rules, and we’d go over them tomorrow. In the meantime, I’d tell my friends that the bruises were from running into doors.

Which very well might have been true.

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