On the 23rd of this month I celebrated nine months of continuous sobriety.
It was also the time my girlfriend of six weeks, also in recovery, informed she she was back out, using and drinking again.
I can't deal with that. My sobriety is more important to me. I had to cut her loose. I will miss all the good things about her and give the rest to God to care for.
There are people in life whose paths include someone loving to come home to, with enough finances to be comfortable and children who love and care about them.
I am not on that path.
I am not falling into morbid reflection when I say I may never be on that path.
Broke; alone, cleaning up the wreckage of my past, work, recovery, rented rooms and second hand stuff are the path I'm on.
I may never get off.
But I will stay sober, one day at a time.