
I was a 20-year-old party girl when I met my future husband. I was at uni, studying hard, and playing hard; you know, just like all my friends.
That’s why I didn’t think there was anything wrong with David* when I met him the first few times. He was a friend of a friend, and we’d all meet up for drinks – and it was usually a big night.
So it didn’t seem weird to me that, initially, our developing friendship was based on fairly drunken ‘deep and meaningfuls’.
Your Body After 1 Year Without Alcohol. Post continues after video.
But the first time we went on a proper dinner date, I knew there was a problem. I knew, I saw it, and I ignored it, because David was smart, funny and kind – everything I wanted.
We had walked into a Thai restaurant for dinner, been seated, and told by the waiter that they didn’t serve alcohol. David said, “No worries, mate,” ordered a Coke, and then excused himself to go to the bathroom.
Within ten seconds he was back at the table.