ALICE
The problem with drinking?
I made questionable decisions. I knew this just as well as I knew that my name was Alice Ann Rhodes, but all I could think of when I bought that bottle of wine was the need to detach. Forget. Disconnect.
I couldn’t handle the pressure all around me. I was deeply unhappy and felt like I’d lost total control of my mind. If I couldn’t do anything about it, then why couldn’t I drink?
I danced around my apartment living room, taking swigs straight from the bottle. The more I drank and danced, the angrier I got. I thought about Benjamin and wished he’d die. I thought about my boss and wished I could be the one to kill him.
I hated everyone and everything, but most importantly, I hated myself.
I hated that it hurt me to see Emma in his car. I hated that I
