How I Came to AA

IT was 3:00 A.M. the day after Easter when, for the first time in my life, I was completely honest with myself. I admitted I was an alcoholic and that I was powerless over liquor. In the throes of a first-class hangover, my whole world came crashing down around my ears. Some power greater than myself must have been watching over me, for that morning at six, before my husband could say a word, I told him I knew that liquor was wrecking my life and the lives of those around me, and I was through drinking. It was the best decision I ever made. He told me that it was a good thing I had decided to do so as this was the end, he was through, I would lose him, my son and my home. I told him that I was going to call AA for help. As a social drinker, thought this was a weak way out. He believed that all it took to quit was determination. But I knew I needed help. Alone I could never attain sobriety. Even if I did I would be unhappy and resentful of the fact that I was different from other people, and could not lead a normal existence with alcohol as a part of it.