Jenna Beatty

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But the confounding fact was, I didn’t want to do it. Every time I woke up in a strange bed with a strange man, I lay there and felt tears sting my eyes as the slither of self-loathing set in. Not again. I didn’t want to. So why did I keep doing it?
The Unexpected Joy of Being Sober: Discovering a happy, healthy, wealthy alcohol-free life
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