It is time to say goodbye, my old friend who has been with me since my teens.
Wine, you were once fashionable, cracking you open at dinner to wash down the lovely food I had prepared.
Children waiting until mum was ready to serve, usually after a few glasses.
Looking back, why did I need you?
I needed you to relieve the stress of a toxic relationship, excuse after excuse, that is what you gave me. An excuse to feel the pleasure of not caring.
The overwhelming sense of freedom from anxiety and modern day living.
Three decades on, I need you more and more, not to relieve stress, just to function on a daily basis. Without you, I cannot function, I am a rattling mess.
Goodbye my old friend, you are going to end up killing me.