I’ve been a horrible person for about six or seven months now. I haven’t been horrible every second. I’ve gone for weeks without being horrible. But then something happens—a word is said, a look is given—and I instantly become horrible. And when that happens, I say nasty things, intended to hurt. If the person I’m arguing with goes low, I …
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Monty and I went out to dinner on Sunday night. We were seated next to a table of about eight women, some with toddlers and babies. One of the toddlers was running back and forth between our table and theirs, screaming. I recognized the song he was screaming: “Migraine in the Key of G.” When our waitress brought our food, …
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When I’d been sober for about a year, I began to feel an undercurrent of restlessness. I had settled into the rhythm of recovery, with its regular meetings, steps, and one-day-at-a-time work. The novelty of being sober had worn off. My friends in recovery assured me that this was an expected part of the recovery process. My sponsor suggested I …
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A letter to my mother-in-law, who died in April of 2006. Dear Janet, I’ve been thinking of you today, the day before Monty’s birthday. I wonder how you were feeling on this day before he was born. Were you hoping for a son? Did you think of the baby you were carrying and dream great dreams for it? When Monty …
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