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An Ex Responds to My Sobriety: “You’re Boring!”

The relationship went down in a blizzard of “f-you!” texts and my ultimately blocking him on my phone. Now, two years later, in the lobby of the building that houses my therapist’s office, there he was.

“Hey! You gonna walk by and not say hello?” he demanded.

I was hoping to slink by unnoticed, but Frank caught me in a hug and kiss.

Frank was the impetus for my getting my ass to AA.  Spinless when we dated, I allowed myself to fall into a vortex of excessive eating and drinking. By the end, I was a fat, sloppy mess and couldn’t stand myself.

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My Decision To Quit Drinking

It was a year ago this month that I stopped drinking. I’m often asked why I quit or if I miss it.

Many assume there was one big bang moment that caused my life to swing out of control and made me realize either the bottle goes or I. There is some scandalous story of waking up after a night of binge drinking and finding myself crammed into a Riker’s Island cell or passing out in subway car. AA meetings are chock full of  I-can-top-that stories, but they’re not mine.

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