It was a Saturday during the wee hours of a frigid November morning in 2015 that I had finally been found out. The wails coming from my hysterical sister’s mouth were horrific. We were on the back patio of her home, and I had just confessed to her my truth—that I was...
“You know I hate when you just stand there and stare at me,” my husband said from the couch, barely looking up from his video game. “Yeah, but I married you, which means that I get to stare at you whenever I want,” I replied as a mildly...
My name is Annie and I am a addict. I come from a family of addicts. My mother, father and siblings battled this miserable disease long before I did. So let’s just say the odds have been stacked against me since I escaped the womb. My parents were also extremely...
