Fatal attraction
Natalie Strickland, 41, Manchester
Picking up my suitcase, I took a long look around my home and swallowed the lump in my throat.
Has it really come to this?
It was summer 2016 and my husband Paul, then 56, and I were splitting up. We’d been together for 16 years, married for five, and we’d shared many happy years. But, admittedly, our relationship had been plagued recently by my drinking habits.
After a stint in rehab a year earlier, I’d soon slipped back into my old ways.
Hooked, I necked a litre of vodka every day.
‘You need help,’ Paul insisted.
