The greatest love affair of her life is something she doesn't want to have a love affair with at all.
She knows the outcome. It's a story she knows as well as the back of her hand because she's lived through it over and over again for the past 7 years. In two and a half weeks, maybe three if she's lucky this time, she'll run out. There'll be regret because she knew that if she had just stockpiled the bottles she gets each month instead of filling and tossing them, she wouldn't have to go out looking for more. She tosses because she doesn't want to go back on but she lies to her doctor that she is still on them so she has access if she ever feels the urge again. That bottle sitting in the bottom of her purse is her crutch. And today she needs that crutch.
In two and a half weeks she'll
She convinces herself that she can't function right now without it.