Won some battles, not sure about the war
Friday, day 12, going to AA for the fourth time in two weeks tonight.
This Sunday I’m seeing my mom. I told her about AA last week (I believe my exact text was “Lo and behold (…), I’ve just been to AA. Flipping my dead dad off for never having had the guts to do that!”).
Turns out she had a complete breakdown after congratulating me, and what I consider an epic win on my part will be turned to yet another huge f-up in her mind.
I really, really want to drink on it. But I won’t.