2-28-1992

[tavalon]

15. Yep, I don't remember the day of my first meeting

but I remember coming home from my work and having the addict confront me about the difference between enabling and helping and that he would need my help in the future and wanted to make sure "I believed in him". I cried and I cried, but the quiet voice inside my head knew I was being manipulated. I won't ever forget that. It was the day I was sure that the man I knew and loved was gone.

He left that day and I had to send a letter I wasn't ready to send (too early in recovery) but I sent it. I haven't heard from him since and when I'm in my sickness, I wonder and worry, and when I'm working my program, I'm working my program. It's that simple. I'm insane if I'm not working the program and progressing to sanity when I am. I'm not sure how I'll measure the time, I think I might just measure the progress.