Co-Dependency

Odds are…

photo by AfroswedeRunning errands in town this weekend I watched a tire actually just give out and go flat on the car ahead of me in the turning lane. When able, I often will assist stranded motorists but what I saw get out of this vehicle dispelled any thoughts of being a Good Samaritan.

Exiting simultaneously from their respective sides were a man and a woman already in an argument that was probably just going to get worse with their now dead-in-the-water status. The woman was talking out of the side of her mouth so as not to displace her cigarette, and in less than the minute or so it took traffic to slow enough for me to move past and turn the pot-bellied guy had already taken off his shirt.

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I WAS Drinking

photo by G-rome

I was drinking. Obviously as an alcoholic I was drinking copious amounts of adult beverages, but it was more than that. Much like the figure made of wine corks above, I WAS drinking. Drinking defined me. My personality, appearance, likes, dislikes, and even relationships (fair warning super-nurturers) were nothing more than the adaption of favorable or negative traits that increased my ability to consume alcohol.

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