It was on a Friday morning I went to my very first Al-Anon meeting at the church just thirty two (32) years ago. I was so depressed, and feeling hopeless. I loved a man who was an alcoholic and refused to stop drinking. I thought that if he loved me enough that he could stop. He did not choose to stay sober and so three years later, I chose to divorce him. I loved him but I had to for once put me and my five year old son first, and remove us from the chaos and insanity.
Today thirty two years later, I am happily married to a wonderful man who does not drink, drug, or smoke, and he is the “love of my life”. We love each other “warts and all”.