Alcoholism: Losing old friends to stay sober
a friend who I was until recently very narrow, with at least 15 years.
We're both the same home town, and both live in Florida, at the same time. I lived in Fort Lauderdale and lived in Palm Beach.
was 1990 and the two were young, stupid and crazy, maybe more on my part. We used to get together all the time of celebration and doing silly things, meaningless.
My friend ended abruptly returning to New York. I did the same thing about a year and a half later.
continue to spend much time together doing the same things we did in Florida. As the earth
years, who always seemed to have a good job to earn well and have a nice place to live. My friend on the other hand seemed to be always behind the eight ball in all his things. Recovered from job to job and apartment to apartment. All this is due to his party to put first. He has parents who were and are always there to take him out of any jam. This is for your benefit, but rather for them to save face in our small town. You see, his mother was a schoolteacher and his father was a professor at the State University campus in our city. Were well known for what they do not want or need the embarrassment of his son in trouble with the owners or anyone else.
seen my friend for saving countless jams while I was more or less on my own.
times more money lent I remember, always returned. We went far and
fiesta.
When you get older, I began to settle down a bit '. My consumption of alcohol was still over the top, but I was able to maintain a flat wise and prudent. I started thinking at first that I had a problem with alcohol, and then I realized and decided that I am an alcoholic.
my "friend" was the only person to tell me that I had a problem and should not be treated. I thank God that I did not take his advice, and asked for treatment.
Upon successful completion of a rehabilitation center 32 days I went home with a new perspective on life.
For the first time in my adult life was clean and sober, with every intention of staying that way.
After I was home for a week or so, my friend stopped me. I said on the phone that it is good to be free from the grip of dependence on, and seemed happy for me.
When I got home the first thing that my friend wanted to do was smoke a little 'of marijuana.
At first I was surprised that
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