Her New Technicolor World

When I came into AA, I didn’t want to hear anything about God. I had trusted in a loving God growing up, but my father left my mother when he was drinking, and it was very painful for the entire family. Shortly after he took off, my mother sat me down on the cooler in our laundry room and told me about her hopelessness. I remember it as if it happened yesterday. She cried, which I had never seen her do before, and said, “I’ll never have someone to love me again.” As a devout Catholic, she didn’t believe in divorce or remarrying, and she still loved my father dearly. It was then that I gave up on God.