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It was never supposed to happen.
I'd sworn off women when I swore off the booze. The women willingly, the alcohol not so willingly. But it was the only way I could justify my feelings. It had to be the booze. Right?
But the feelings never went away. Not in rehab. Not at home. And definitely not at the precinct. I didn't know what to do. This was supposed to go away when I got clean, not intensify. God, it made me want to drink to forget.
But I didn't.
I had to accept I was in love with CD.
