David came by the apartment last night after he got off work. He brings me roses and sunlight. We had a wonderful dinner at the Cottonwood Cafe. I have decided that I need to tell him about my alcoholism– tonight. On the walk to the restaurant he says he feels like having a beer. I don’t say anything. With dinner he orders a Mexican beer and I have iced tea. After dinner he asks for iced tea also. Later, at his apartment before lovemaking, I tell him there is something I need to talk about. I tell him that the meeting I had been to last night was Alcoholics Anonymous– and that I am a sober recovering alcoholic– and the program is the center of my life. He is quiet. I wait for a response. Finally he says “I couldn’t love you if you were drinking…” I tell him that I am quite sure of that. “Promise me two things,” he asks. “That you will never drink, and that if you ever feel as though you will, that you’ll find me, call me, come to me.”
August 15th, 1981
August 15th, 1981
August 15th, 1981
David came by the apartment last night after he got off work. He brings me roses and sunlight. We had a wonderful dinner at the Cottonwood Cafe. I have decided that I need to tell him about my alcoholism– tonight. On the walk to the restaurant he says he feels like having a beer. I don’t say anything. With dinner he orders a Mexican beer and I have iced tea. After dinner he asks for iced tea also. Later, at his apartment before lovemaking, I tell him there is something I need to talk about. I tell him that the meeting I had been to last night was Alcoholics Anonymous– and that I am a sober recovering alcoholic– and the program is the center of my life. He is quiet. I wait for a response. Finally he says “I couldn’t love you if you were drinking…” I tell him that I am quite sure of that. “Promise me two things,” he asks. “That you will never drink, and that if you ever feel as though you will, that you’ll find me, call me, come to me.”