By Tammy for DivorcedMoms.com
I hear my husband Dave in the kitchen. There’s a clink of ice, a slosh of something liquid, and I look over to see him with a glass in his hand. Scotch on the rocks. It’s not his habit to have a drink alone. In fact, we don’t usually have alcohol in the house.
He sets the drink down carefully on the dining r…
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