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An old timer, 27 years sober, told me this morning that when I came into the program I looked hopeless. But he watched me keep coming back and he’s so proud of what I’ve become. I cried, of course. On … Continue reading
I had my first AA birthday party tonight. My darling friend KG was the speaker. I am madly in love with AA. I have an amazing support network. Really fucking amazing. And then KG, Martin and I went to see … Continue reading
Is it true? Is it kind? Is it necessary? I am a terrible gossip. I know this about myself, and I know better than to spread rumors. But I find I still love to COMPLAIN about people. As in, if … Continue reading
I’m battling it, but for once it’s not my own. My ex-husband is a very sick man. He can best be described as a rage-aholic who spent many years degrading me, frightening me, invalidating me and intimidating me. And he’s … Continue reading
This is, to use a very trite turn of phrase, “me time.” I’ve never been alone before, never been able to make decisions about what I like to do, read, listen to, watch without someone else’s opinions encroaching on my … Continue reading
It’s like preaching to an empty church, performing for an empty theater. But I persevere. For art? Hardly. I just need to talk. I’m not crazy. I spent so many years thinking I was, and now I’m saner than I’ve … Continue reading
I am not a. I mean for reals, I can’t even bring myself to blog daily. Exhaustion. FIN.