...than never to have loved.
I reckon, anyway.
On the 1st Jan 2008 I'm calling time on the love of my life. I've known her for a long time, but since we really got together about five years ago we've been inseperable. In one way I don't regret a thing, and we've had some truly wonderful times together, but recently the relationship has turned destructive. I have to leave now or she'll end up killing me.
So I'm never going to drink again.
I'm drunk now, of course. I don't want sympathy, either, I'm only posting this publicly because I know I'm weak, and it's going to be bloody hard to do it....and the truth is that shame is a great motivator. I couldn't really give a toss about my own health, but the thought of all my friends on here knowing that I've fallen off the wagon really will put me off thinking that I've beaten it, and that I can just have the cheeky one (or two, or twelve).