A Circle of Friends

I was a loner all my life. I was always scared and ashamed. I was poor, I lived in a dilapidated house, and my alcoholic father put my family through hell. I never had any friends. I despised alcohol for dealing me such a rotten break in life.

As an adult, I vowed never to be poor again, and succeeded. But I fell to alcohol, like my father, and those fears of people, places, and things never left me. I made several geographical moves, hoping to magically fit into society with a new start. They never worked.

When I finally walked through the doors of AA, people smiled and... Login to read more
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