Day 8. Super tough evening. That bottle of vodka my fiancé was given by a client last week, and that I THOUGHT he had given away…well, he walked in with it tonight, wanting to celebrate closing a deal. He rarely drinks, and has never binge drank in his life. He really has never gotten it. Well, I figured I can have just a couple, proceeded to pour myself a drink, even kept it on the table next to me for a few minutes as my mental alarms started going crazy. I then picked that drink up, poured it down the drain and proceeded to break down, I mean really break down, in front of my fiance. I really don’t know what I said, but he got the fear, the despair and the pain I was in at that moment. He poured that entire liter out. He poured HIS drink out. And then he just held me. I know he will never really “get it”. But he gets me. And it’s rare I’m that exposed emotionally. End result? I’m literally emotionally drained. But I’ve got an amazing supporter in my fiance, and I didn’t drink a drop.