Closing the front door of my detached, four-bedroom home, I slipped off my heels and jacket and walked to the kitchen.
Pouring a glass of wine, I took a long sip, exhaling with relief.
So far, so normal you may think. After all, busy professional women turning to a glass or two in the evening to unwind is hardly unusual.
The reality was far darker than that though.
Not only would that glass mark the beginning of my nightly binge – which could see me sink up to three bottles of wine – but it was also the gateway to my other addiction, cocaine.
Glass
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