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A bright side and a dark side.
Jim Broede
Posted: Wednesday, June 8, 2016 5:59 AM
Joined: 12/22/2011
Posts: 5462


My dear friend Julie. She’s better. But she’s still fooling herself. Lying. To me. But even worse. Lying to herself. About the ramifications. Of being addicted to alcohol. Julie doesn’t drink every day any more.  She can go weeks without a drink. She’s enrolled in a rehab program.  But Julie still needs a drink. From time to time. To cope with the stress of living. Julie doesn’t yet recognize. The peril. That comes. With taking one drink.  Julie calls it a slip. Claims it won’t happen again.  But it does.  Julie tells me. That many in her rehab class. Have slips. Relapses. And talk about it. To each other. They ask for forgiveness. For their addiction. But still, some lie and cheat and manipulate and deceive. To find a way. To get their fix. Not every day. For Julie. Granted. That’s progress.  But still, Julie has a long way to go. She’s still in denial. Still thinking she can take a sip. And then a drink. And that won’t do any harm. Julie doesn’t recognize. That she’s a Jekyll and Hyde.  Two very different personalities. A bright side and a dark side.  Sober and – well, you know. Everyone knows. But Julie. --Jim

 


Jim Broede
Posted: Friday, June 10, 2016 10:18 AM
Joined: 12/22/2011
Posts: 5462


I wish there were only bright sides to life. No dark sides. But that's too much to expect. Meanwhile, I try to take it all in stride. Most days I see only the bright side. --Jim

Jim Broede
Posted: Tuesday, June 14, 2016 9:03 AM
Joined: 12/22/2011
Posts: 5462


My dear friend Julie continues to get better and better and better. By trading a bad addiction for a good addiction. ‘I’ve become addicted to flowers,’ Julie declares. ‘I’d rather have flowers in my life than wine.’  Believe me. It’s true. Julie is as sober as a beautiful rose. Her yard is full of flowers. Hanging flowers. Potted flowers. Window boxes full of flowers. I’d rather spend money on flowers than on wine,’ Julie says. Emphatically. Yes, she’s addicted. To flowers. When Julie sees a flower sale, she can’t resist. She pleads with everyone. To take her shopping. For flowers.  Julie even insists that others follow in her footsteps. That I buy flowers. For my garden.  Julie wants to turn the world into a floral masterpiece. And do you know what?  It’s a good idea. I like the new Julie. She’s making the world a better place. --Jim