By Meredith PlunkettOriginal Source: themomedit.comOn June 8th, 2014, I woke up, hungover, in a Caribbean resort, wincing with hazy memories of trying to hit my husband while he held our 18-month-old daughter on what was supposed to be a nice family vacation with my in-laws.“You couldn’t have waited until the last night to ruin the trip?” I grimly thought to myself (my drinking was a regular event-crasher at this point). My initial foray into sobriety had ended the previous May, and I had desperately spent the last year trying to prove to myself, to everyone, that I was definitely not an alcoholic, despite all evidence to the contrary...click here to continue reading