I'm grateful that my new "hang out on Tuesday nights" friend sent me some flowers. I haven't received flowers in...I don't even remember. I'm even MORE grateful that I have come so far in my recovery that I can just be grateful for them, rather than struggle with accepting someone doing something nice for me, because I fear it will be thrown back in my face repeatedly in the future, and/or used as an excuse for why I am obligated to put up with a bunch of horrible behavior.