Fucked it
I had my first in person meeting and it triggered a lot I guess. Just drank a bottle of rosè and that deep shame and guilt has announced its self.
72 days ago I promised my friend I’d stop drinking, this was in replacement of a different promise of “I’ll see you soon”. I made the no drinking promise at his grave will drinking a can of wine, then I went to the near by Starbucks and ripped open the can to lick the inside so I could taste it a bit more since i wasn’t ready for that to be my last drink. I ended up having a wine in a pub that night but that glass was the last for 72 days. I broke that promise to him tonight and I don’t really know what to do with that.