A Newcomer to the Rescue
Shortly after I celebrated my first year of sobriety, you might say that my prayers were answered when my husband decided to join the program. He came to me drunk late one night and asked for help. I was speechless, but quickly jumped up and made a pot of coffee. We talked for a couple of hours, crying together. Then he fell asleep on my shoulder. My mind was racing: "Would he remember our conversation in the morning? Would he still want to go to a meeting?" I was excited at the thought of both of us being in recovery together and scared to death that my expectations would get the best of me.