A Date I Picked

What with being in a fog and all, when it came time for me to pick a sober date shortly after being admitted into the halfway house I racked my brain for what seemed like weeks (probably only 15 minutes really) and settled on January 30th, 1985 as the last day of use of any alcohol or drugs. Turns out that it was a Wednesday back than too.

Yeah, it’s been 28 years. Now, if you will all excuse me, I have to give the DNR fire watch who sits outside my door a cup of coffee. That’s right; I’m so dry I need my own fire watch.

Oh, okay, I’ll stop with the bad jokes.

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  1. 2000, was the beginning of the end for me. I was looking at court. Domestic violence. Court ordered treatment. I was happy. My husband at that time refused. And told me I’d never make it. But I wanted to be a good wife and good mother. I loved my children to the abosolute best that I could. Kept a home and a full time job as care giver. During that year, I stopped smoking meth. Pot was soon to leave the picture too. I still drank, but in mostest moderation.
    2001 by this time I was 100% clean and sober. I am the good mother. My children love me and respect me for leaving what had turned into a life or death situation.
    Today I’m 12 years sober.

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