It's not funny-haha, but funny-sad that I was drawn to re-read this old post today:
http://www.soberrecovery.com/forums/...s-relapse.html
What do you do when your worst fears are realized? You keep putting one foot in front of the other.
AH is at his parents today giving them the smooth talk. AH's dad texted me and told me that he hoped we could talk "constructively" and "make some progress". And man, I keep thinking he's their problem now. Maybe they'll get what "alcoholic" means when they realize they've been taken so their adult son can watch TV and smoke cigarettes all day on their dime because real life is too hard. Don't call me when he starts pawning your stuff. Damn.
(Who's angry? Bitter? Me? No.)
In other news, the baby smiled at me for the first time today -- about 12 times in a row. So whatever happens, today is a great day. I'm going to say some affirmational things to and about myself/my life and surf Etsy for some pretties.