Here I can say all I ever did in a meeting besides looking for a husband. 🙋🏼♀️🤷🏼♀️Why lie. I want a husband. So what better place than a meeting right. No!!!!!!!! Noooooo. No. God no. Mark told me he was “sober”. Sober for about a month he claimed. I knew it was something you don’t do. A year sobriety or longer. But now that I’m about 6 years sober I still can’t call myself “sober”. I’m still so fucked up from trauma and Mark to ever fully trust a man again. He was so full of shit. And a sober man or women can be just as toxic since they’re still an alcoholic drug addict who can relapse in a second or heartbeat because the disease is that powerful. I’ve see it. Why else would Jason forget our beautiful bond and friendship and be so inconsistent. Because I know he’s a good dad. And good dads know a good mom. But a dad on drugs can flip a switch. Just like that.
So this is why I’m a loner. A hopeless wanderer. A mom on a mission just to stay clean. No one stood up at my wedding because I didn’t want them too. After a morning of mimosa after mimosa and lots of champagne I thought that wedding was the one. But how can you know that when you’re a drunk son of a bitch. Ye can’t. So I got sober. ❤️2️⃣0️⃣2️⃣0️⃣And I keep marrying my sober life.