yeah, that sentence jump out at me for some reason.
It cuaght my attention becuase i thought it was odd, but
i never seriouely gave it a second thought....not until the sheit
hit the fan of course.lol
After gaining everything back and more. i had a nice job, a nice
home out in the country, a nice family to come home too.
I almost had those white picket fences too. It was dream come
true for an addict like me. i had to pinch myself on somedays
just to makesure i wasn't dreaming.
But slowly, I lost touch with recovery. i bascially went to work
and home, which was good for a daddy that settled down.
At my 5th year mark my ex-gf ( she an EX..lol) told me, gave
me changes, told me to call my sponsor or start going back to meetings.
But no...I started my old behaviors again (in my marriage..lol)
I was constantly living in fear again. i feared of loosing everything
that i worked so hard for, i feared of loosing my wife and child.
i became a workaholic and basciaclly wasn't living.
I missed my duaghter's school play and that was the straw that broke
the camel's back.
I came home to an empty house oneday at 7.30 P.M. ...she packed her belongings
and took the girls and left.
i didn't relapsed over it ..but it tored me a new one.