I like to think I have two periods in my life: BV and AV.
BV was a dark, dark place where my alcoholism had no partner. No purpose. No plan. It just included an endless stream of meaningless sex with strangers.
My alcohlism is no longer alone. It thrives. And is in Technicolor. But it has so much more. It has someone who shares and revels in its lingerie obsession. Someone who will be there to receive its incoherent drunk texts at 3:00am. Or make cake, have a three-way, and watch Bloodsport. Or even call it out when it's being a coward. Which my alcoholism desperately needs sometimes.
She fucking rocks. That is all.