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  • My coworker harassed me all year to join him after work to have a drink. I've been afraid to accept. I knew that my boyfriend would never allow me enough free time to do anything without him. This last couple of weeks, my boyfriend had a relapse into drug use. I am so angry. I've already been down this rabbit hole twice. Didn't do me any good. I was so angry, that I decided to separate myself from him. It's been like pulling two pieces of the strongest velcro apart.
    I accepted my coworker's invitation last night. I had a glass of Italian red. It was delicious.
    I smiled, I laughed, I joked. I had a great time. I thought about "him" the whole time.
    My friend asked me what I had been like before I met my boyfriend. Thinking carefully, I tried to summon up images of myself alone.
    A little younger and stronger. Hopeful. Happy.
    Like a silly girl, I almost started crying. Where the hell had she gone?
    I'm going to try to find her. But first, I'm going to have another glass of wine.

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