A Choice and a Treasure
I don't remember how old I was when I first drank enough apple jack--fermented homemade cider--to get a nice, relaxed buzz and forget some of the pain I was feeling. But I soon drank as much as I could as often as I could.
Then, while attending college, I met a man named Paul. We were together as a couple for a little over four years. He confronted his drinking and started attending AA. Soon I was reading all the AA literature I could find and attending meetings also, trying to understand what he was going through. If he couldn't drink, I wasn't going to drink either. It took me...
-- Paula B.