Nothing to do with the health police who have been out in force this week targeting middle aged women like me, who previously enjoyed a glass of wine or two in the evenings.
No, it just feels as though we're no longer compatible and, *whispers*, we may have fallen out of love.
I never expected this to happen: I presumed that I would sail through the grim menopausal years with a glass of Chardonnay in hand, and sip Merlot on a balcony somewhere warm through a golden retirement. But it's all gone wrong. And it started so well. Well, kinda.
You see the demon drink and I go way back. Probably before most of you were born. As a teenager, alcohol was the magic wand that transformed me from a shy, gawky, unpopular, self-conscious young girl to someone who was, well, not. Or so I thought.
Life took on a rosy angostura hue. Occasionally alcohol did cause a few problems, but I didn't like that, and over time I drank less. Then I had kids, and cut back even more, especially when I began to see the harm that excessive drinking could cause in others.
But I still liked a drop of wine once the kids were in bed. Even this time last year, I thought I'd be be dancing glass in hand down the byways of my life forever.
I was wrong.
In the last six months or so, I've lost the taste for it. Even when I'm sipping something special in front of the fire, I no longer feel relaxed. I no longer feel good. The next morning it makes me tired and grumpy. And it gives me heartburn. And I want to set a good example for my teenage son: I really really don't want him to think that alcohol is the solution to any of his problems.
So since Christmas, I've gradually been cutting down, and now I've stopped completely. Our trial separation has begun. I don't know how long it will last, or whether we'll get back together for special occasions. I've no rules like that. Because it's hard, you see, it's not like giving up smoking.
Smoking? What was that?
I barely remember the existence of cigarettes now. There are very few reminders. I rarely see people smoke, there are no ads, no packets on display in the shops. Nothing apart from the occasional furtive light up in shop doorways.
But alcohol is everywhere. Not just the ads, but #winetime on twitter, Movies and Booze on Friday afternoon radio, billboards, people talk about drinking, write about drinking, it's still everywhere.
So we'll see.
It's not as though I feel transformed either. I don't feel any happier and I still have bad days. I've put on weight as well, because chocolate has more calories than wine. But I am coping better with the children. The trial separation is working for them. So I may have to make it permanent.
NOTE: After I wrote this, I found a very similar piece in this Saturday's Irish Independent, reprinted from the Daily Telegraph. But I didn't copy it, honest!