100 dating sober
We had mutual friends, this very nice guy and I, and to not tell him would risk deception by omission — what if someone let it slip before I could tell him? ”A group of kids played tag around us, their moms yelling at them to slow down, you just ate. The moms looked on, vanilla scoops dripping into their wedding rings.“I’m fine,” I said.
I could picture it: the noncommittal “Okay,” the slow eye shift, the fumble for the polite exit.
“I’m in my late twenties and thinking, ‘My life is going to be over,'” he said.My body, the object of so many long looks and so much commentary, was not mine.My voice was not mine either; when I bothered to lift it, it was shushed, corrected.Two dysfunctional, active alcoholics do not make for the best relationship!I was not sober at the time and not to be cliché but dating is tough!