Alcoholism rocked my early 20s. Typically of the white wine variety, it was an hourly obsession that could have destroyed my life if I had let it. Spoiler alert: I’m almost two years sober. It’s not always easy though, especially during holidays like Fourth of July when I have to pretend that O’Doul’s is really doing it for me. If I’m ever feeling envious enough of my normal-drinking peers to fantasize about picking up, I just have to remind myself that, well, I can’t. “Elin, honey, you poured a bottle of chardonnay on
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