A Newcomer Saved Me

There have been a few times in my sobriety where I thought I was on the path of recovery and later found out I was sliding back towards a drink. My most recent moment happened at 24 years sober. We had recently moved to a new city and I was busy with little kids at home. I found a women's Big Book meeting that I liked. It became my home group and also a source of friends and fellowship in this new city. I attended other meetings for the first few years but after a while, they all became inconvenient and I was only going to my Monday night home group. During those first few years I was also busy with sponsees, but one by one they moved on and I soon had none. Around this time, I began to get resentments against my home group members. The oldtimers didn't want me to bring my kids and that meant expensive babysitters or nights when I just couldn't attend. I felt resentful and sorry for myself. And no one was asking me to sponsor them. Didn’t they know how wonderful I was? The meeting was also getting smaller and smaller, with fewer new members coming in. Pretty soon I began dreading Monday nights and didn't want to go to this meeting or any other.