The Caretaker
<p>I am not the owner of my sobriety.</p>
<p>In the months leading up to rock bottom, where I had finally had enough of the mirage I was living, incrementally, I transitioned from party mode to pity party mode. Unknowingly, I’d become incapable of thinking about anyone but myself. I had a loving, pregnant partner. We packed our house, preparing to move two hours from our hometown. We were trying to rent our house out and buy another home.</p>
<p>A lot was going on. It was a time when we needed to work together to ensure we got everything done, but more importantly, it was when we should have supported each other.</p>
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