I'm an alcoholic. I have been drinking since the death of my husband. I am a detective and yes I already found who killed my love. Although it has been two years since the death of my love happened, I couldn't seem to stop drinking. Here's my schedule: I wake up at 5:30 a.m, I make breakfast, my drink is vodka or tequila, go to work, do whatever I have to do there, then go to the bar and flirt with me and sometimes, well I'm not sure if I should say in the story, but you know that stuff.
Well that is my routine mostly everything day. I think that I am lucky to have a job that nobody knows what I am. If someone finds out , I will certainly freak out and drink more.
I'm the best to deal with the job as a detective. Mostly all of the cases of murder, robbery and etc I have solved.
Before what happened, I was the happiest woman in the world. We were the adorable couple in Manhattan with my husband Bryan and I. I think all of my family came when they heard the news. I was so grateful for that.
Bryans life came to a conclusion when the bastard put a bullet in his head for no damn reason.
This is the reason of my alcoholism. This is the reason why I am this way. This is the reason why I am not who I was before. Because of the death of my husband two years ago.
