I will never forget the day I walked into the Brown Bag Bunch. It was July 15, 2013. My husband had found the wine in the trunk of my car and told me I had two weeks to decide if I wanted to stay with him or leave. My first thought was that he was crazy. What did he mean I had to decide between him and alcohol? I wasn’t ready to give up liquor. I didn’t want to! That’s when I knew I had to call my neighbor who was a member of Alcoholics Anonymous.