glad it's not me

A married woman with young children came to our meeting tonight for time second time in the last month. At a glance, it was easy to see that she was in heinous pain from drinking again. She shared her tale of bad choices leading to horrific results of being blocked from her own home by CPS after trying to drive her kids home from school after drinking.

She was bawling and sobbing and crying like only the drowning can. She was still going a few minutes after the meeting was scheduled to end. Our secretary gracefully interrupted her rant and ended the meeting. All the rest of us had been away from that sort of pain for months, years or decades. It was a good reminder of how bad it is. We were all glad it was not us.

I am grateful that it was not me bawling and sobbing tonight at the meeting about having lost my spouse, home and kids due to uncontrollable drinking.

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