I feel like people are ganging up on me–even my family and friends. Everybody tells me I need to go to treatment. They tell me I’m out of control. But I still have a good job, and my kids still love me (even though they live with my ex). I’m not lying in the gutter. The truth is, vodka is my best friend. It’s not judgy, it’s reliable, and it’s legal. I just wish everybody would get off my back.