To give a party, you figured on a quart per guest. I lived in D.C. and the 60`s were wild. The Pill came on the scene, we got our LSD from N.I.H., Columbian Gold was $20 an ounce, we wore mini skirts, bell bottoms, love beads. "Sex, drugs and rock n roll," was the motto for the decade.
And then came the 70`s. The party continued. By now, I was concerned over drug abuse. So I stopped using anything except liquor -- never did I consider that was a drug. I decided to marry and move away and I did. He was an alcoholic trying to "slow down." Needless to say, we fed each others addiction and neither of us got sober.
I Was Whipped
When he became abusive, I went back to D.C. and back on the merry-o-around. When the 80`s started, I really was a mess. I wanted to stop drinking, called a friend in AA and went to my 1st meeting. It was a speaker's meeting and the man had such a horror story that I escaped at half time, vowing to never return.Two years later, I was whipped. I was ready to try anything to stop the pain. In 1982 I began my AA journey. It would take me five more years to pick up my 1 year chip. I had to let go of a relationship, job, friends. And this new life in AA has been worth every loss.
The serenity, new friends and joy that are now mine can only be called a true gift from God. Powerless to quit? Yes! A life out of control? For sure! At the end of my drinking, I could only manage to ask for help. I had given my adult life to drinking.
In the spirit of fellowship,
Carol
