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Step Five:
I need to be honest about something:
I beat sex addiction when I was 35 and it was hard.
I beat food addiction when I was 35 and it was easy.
At 62 years old, sex addiction recovery, after after 28 years of sobriety, got easy.
At 62 years old, food addiction recovery, after 28 years of abstinence, got hard.
My body changed…nothing more to it than that.
As Stevie Winwood would say “Roll with it”.
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They say that only a martyr can stay married to a saint and that only a saint can stay married to a martyr.
I am not sure which is which…but my wife is the good one, whichever that may be.
She has listened to the most discordant music for four hours a day, seven days a week, in our 330 square foot studio apartment for months on end, now.
One night, very, very late in my failure and frustration to play dissonant music lightning fast I just hammered out one solitary, shrieking blues lick.
Through the wall of my studio my wife involuntarily squealed and I was convicted that that was the way to go so…I added some relaxed, blues coolness to the mix.
They say behind every great man…is a woman rolling her eyes.
I am sure that’s true of average men, like me, too.
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Step 9,
I read Toni Morrison’s “ Sula”, yesterday and remembered my teenaged best friend Gary C.
We learned to drink together.
After 12 years I stopped. He did not.
We remained friends for another 15 years.
Then my boundaries got confused and I began to talk with him as a check-in buddy as well as a friend.
One day, I crossed an invisible line and I asked him about his drinking…it was the end of our friendship.
He never spoke to me again. That was 26 years ago…
I miss him very much.
Steve, I forgive you for that boundary mistake and for losing your best friend.