M. emailed and said that while her husband is supportive, he might be missing his weekend-drinking-pal. And it’s nearly the weekend. So I wrote this letter for her.
I know you love me a ton. I know you do. But there’s something weird going on in my head that I can’t quite explain to do with booze. I know you don’t have this same weird thinking that I do. And it’s hard to show you the inside of my head. Lemme just say this: I’m going to try, for now, a period of time without any alcohol at all, just to see how I do. I know you’ll want to be supportive of me, even if it doesn’t quite make sense to you. [Just like monster trucks, fishing, and stupid male sports don’t really make sense to me.] I know you want me to be happy and to sleep through the night, and I know that if you could see inside my head, you’d agree that it would be great if we could get this fucking noise in my head to shut up. Anyhow, this is how I’m trying to do it – with a period of time without alcohol. It might be 100 days, it might be longer. I promise I will still be hilariously fun but this is something I’m doing for me. I know that if I wanted to run a marathon, let’s say, that you’d be on the sidelines cheering even if you thought it was fucking retarded to run 42 kms. Well, this is the same but different. And I’ll promise lots more sex cuz I won’t fall asleep early anymore or wake up hung over. Remember morning sex?
Love, your wife
Team 100: 87 members (i had someone registered twice). Happy days to Lilly (21), MG (10), Carrie (75), Sunny Sue (80), Paula (20), Sam (7). Happy flying day to Simpson Sister (35).