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From the February 2019 magazine.

In a roomful of men

The women were scarce in her neck of Montana, but she got plenty of love nonetheless

I didn’t start drinking until I was 21. I drank socially for about 10 years or so, then eventually crossed the line into alcoholism. My descent was gradual. I hit bottom in the living room of my house where I lived alone. My 29-year marriage had failed, my sons were away at school, I was entangled in a sick relationship and I had to have a drink in the morning in order to face my wreck of a life.

There was a newspaper on the coffee table that day. Some words on the page jumped out at me: “Is someone you love also someone you hate?” It was an ad for an alcoholism treatment center. I’d been unaware that there was such a thing, but by the grace of God, I made a call and ended up there. Luckily, the center stressed the importance of AA. I have often said that treatment saved my life, and AA taught me how to live sober. I grabbed onto AA like a drowning person grabs a life preserver.

-- Vera T.

White Sulphur Springs, Montana

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