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Put The Pen in Your Hand, Loser, and Sign The Contract
I signed a contract stating that if I drank, I had to move out
I can’t believe I am about to explain this to you because it’s just so fucking stupid.
I’d been to rehab and spent thousands of dollars, only to keep relapsing.
My husband was tired of my lies and just about to kick me out, but he’s too sweet for that and stuck around.
He’s a very smart man.
So, what did he think the solution was?
To keep enabling me.
Just kidding. He drafted up a contract and had me sign it under duress after a week-long binge.
Peeps, this was in 2015. I have 15 months of sobriety. The math doesn’t add up.
My poor husband.
Ok, back to the contract.
The contract states:
August 18, 2015
I, Michele Sophia, understand that if I drink again, I will have to move out.
Sign and date, please.
I was hungover as all hell, crying and red-faced, snot dripping down my face, with a shaky pen in my hand.
