Miserable day yesterday. Everybody seemed to be out of town, even God. My serenity prayer disintegrated into swearing. I said to my Al-anon sponsor, "I had a decent life; maybe, a weird, boundary-blurred life but I want to go back to it. "No, you don't," Maggie said. " I hate it when she's right.
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