|DIARY OF AN URBAN MILKMAID|
|I am a shit-heel of a sponsor. My poor sponsees have to put up with me being the most self-absorbed alcoholic ever put on this planet (and since one of the hallmark symptoms of alcoholism is an extraordinary dis-interest in anything but one's self, I certainly qualify). Well, I am hormonal these days - overwrought, emotional, irritated by the slightest intrusion by other humans, puffy like the Pillsbury Dough Boy, etc. So, I must remember to take everything I think or feel with a huge grain of salt.
However, one of my sponsee's just celebrated 18 months of continuous sobriety. That's good! But, you see, I didn't do anything special for her. I didn't go to the local 12-step store to pick her our a chip, or a card. Nothing from a-hole sponsor, no-siree.
One practical reason for this is, when I got sober, and in actuality, the meetings I go to, don't celebrate 18 months. That's mostly done at AA "clubs", where they get a lot of hard-luck newcomers, and it makes sense to celebrate as much and often as possible. So, I never thought of 18 months as a situation wherein one parties. But, see, she does. I should have gotten over myself for one day, in order to celebrate with her.
|Buh Bye! |
October 05, 2008
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|Marriage is love.|