There will be an end to this, right? I’m still beating myself up for having been blind to, or simply ignored, all of the red flags that went up with The Bullet That I Dodged. They were there in front of me all the time, from the very first time we met, and somehow I managed to dismiss them from my mind.
It’s a tricky little machine, isn’t it, our minds? I can be going along fit as a fiddle, right as rain, and ready for love and suddenly, WHAM! I become blindsided by something that had been clearly in view; something obvious to everyone but me. At 41 months sober I feel like I handle most things pretty well. I’m not sure I “manage” them, but they don’t manage me anymore. Then along comes something like the notion that perhaps romantic attachment may still be possible for me and I experience all over again the same kind of insanity that accompanied my drug use. I think this time will be different. This time it won’t hurt me. This time will be worth it. Read the rest of this entry »




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