February 2012: Confessions of a 13th Stepper
Ostracized and alone, a man with eight years finally finds help in the rooms
There I was—alone in a friend’s home. I was eight years sober, yet trying to think of the best way to hang myself. I pictured myself swinging from a rope tied to the rafters. How did I get here?
My drinking had been horrible. Periods of untreated alcoholism convinced me of my need for AA. So my sobriety was a gift that I was not willing to give up for anything or anyone. But, then there was sex.
I go to many Big Book meetings, and whenever we get to the parts about sex there is always some mild laughter and a few reports of how sobriety has allowed the most wholesome... Login to read more
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