Waking up sober is a weird feeling, I have to admit it was nice without the pounding headache. Dolce decided to wake me up bright and early at 9am so he could do his business. I looked around my apartment and I realized I really needed to change some shita round here. first, anything that reminds me of my drinking days has to go. So that involves all my commemorative shot glasses, boob t-shirts and any traces of alcohol need to go. There are times when I know I'll want a drink but now I need to find some kind of distraction to make it so I won't be phoning my sponsor every five minutes. I also needed to start eating food that didn't require a drive through. I loved the convenience of it but those delicious deep-fried meals were just another reminder I was an alcoholic who got the munchies every time she drank. I had no idea what to focus on now since my work was basically 'done' and I couldn't hit it the normal happy hour. So, after a long afternoon of cleaning I remembered I had to forgotten to send my boss the new pages I had wrote and ran to my computer to send them off. I opened up my e-mail only to find an invitation to our 20th high school reunion. I clicked on the email to see the cheesey invitation that had our ridiculous high school mascot the "Injuns" which is now "Indians" according to Matt. I bet he'll show up to that thing along with Buddy, his wife and the whole fucking pathetic town of mercury. I deleted the invite before I finished reading it. I already made enough of an asshole of myself there didn't need to be another repeat of that. Plus, with as tiny as that town it by the time my rant was over it had already gone through the whole town. After shaking off that thought, I emailed my boss the final chapters. I looked up from my desk to find the Waverly Prep encyclopedia if you will. I can't believe it's done when it feels like yesterday i had just been given this assignment. Well, I wouldn't necessarily say given when Alan and I first started dating he has some ties with the publishing world and he got me this job through some connections I was very grateful to him for that. I wasn't grateful for him cheating on me with his secretary but of course since I drank throughout most of our marriage it was no surprise how I missed that.

The drinking did intensify after our marriage mainly because it was mostly based on sex and getting my parents to shut-up about when it was finally going to happen for me. Once Buddy and I made our separate ways, I convinced I wasn't going to try to be in another serious relationship because my mind would always go back to him. Why? Why him? I'm not a perfect person but I'm definitely not terrible looking, I can have whoever I want. I guess I wanted him because I wanted that perfect fairy-tale we had always talked about. Us two in Minneapolis with a nice big, house and a few kids. I now realize that's what I was thinking back to when I was 17 and should have just left it there.

As I was staring blankly at my laptop, I remembered David saying something about therapy.

"While this is a great form of therapy, it's also good to talk to a professional one on one becuase they may be able to help you further with the recovery process"

I think adding a shrink into the mix may be a little much but maybe david and Matt were right talking to someone about the fucked up

thoughts I had might not be a bad idea. I googled who were some of the best psychiatrists' in the Minneapolis area. every review

turned me towards Dr. Cody Reitman. She apparently did her undergraduate at Columbia and did her masters at the University of

Minneapolis. Most reviews were along the lines of She's not one to prescribe the meds but get to the root of the problem. Mavis was

relieved to hear that there would be no drugs involved, she didn't need to go from one addiction to another. Plus, she tried doing Zoloft

while still married and it just made her foggy and contributed to more drinking. She found her number and gave her office a call. Her

secretary said she would call back to confirm a time that would work for both of them. Mavis now had all the time in the world. Which

is probably scariest now since this is only her second day being sober.