Am I home?  How did I get here?  Where’s my car, did I drive? SH*T! Who’s the guy in bed next to me?  Those were the questions I was asking myself the morning after my 37th birthday and: another night of drinking another night of blacking out another morning of being hungover Another morning of hating myself He (thankfully not a complete stranger – knew him from back in high school), laid there snoring away oblivious to my tears and annoyance that he was still passed out when all I wanted was him awake and OUT of my space!  The tears continued streaming down my face as I questioned how…