I was a bad drinker.

Like, right from the get-go.

I never drank in moderation.  I drank to get drunk.

When I was 22, I found out that I was pregnant with my daughter, so my liver got a much needed break.  I didn’t drink during pregnancy or while I was nursing and only had a few drunken nights in the years after I’d quit breastfeeding, and before getting pregnant with my son.

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