Originally Posted by stugotz

This is something I know about. I spent decades in "the shoebox" You know, with all the slippers, loafers, and sneakers. I had collected so many white chips that my home group actually called me and asked for some back cause they were running out of them. I liked the term "relapse" it made my drinking sound like an accident. Actually, each time I went back out it was a calculated, well thought decision on my part. Each time I went out I was amazed that all this bad stuff would happen to me, what a coincidence huh? Its gonna be different next time was my motto. Well no such luck. This is what was told to me by an old timer about relapse. Imagine waiting in line for hours to see a movie and it turns out to be the most horrible movie you ever saw. Now as you exit the theater you get back in line to see it again. Thats what I was doing every time I went out.