Same with me, I cried and shook so badly. One of the gals just held me and let me cry. She even cried with me. She knew because she had been where I was. That ole' alcoholic pride will kill us. When I was drunk I used to get on the telephone with people who didn't even want to talk to me and I'd cry and moan and whine at them. Thank God they stopped letting me hold them hostage on the phone and left me to my own devices. When I cried at my first meeting, I was crying because I knew left to my own devices, I was hopeless.