Surrender

So I finally broke, caved, gave in. Not to the “what the hell” part of me, as I’d feared, but to the “I can’t stand it any more, if I don’t have a drink I am going to lose my mind trying so hard to resist it all the time”. I had the usual ceremonial sip of wine at Shabbat dinner at my next-door neighbours’ place. At the end of the evening they offered me the half-bottle of wine left over from the meal … and I wavered, then accepted … and had 2 glasses when I