When I met my guy I was five years sober; clean and serene. For four years we had our routines and things flowed along really well. Then one day I picked up a drink after nine years of plugging the demons. The next day I was laying on the couch when Wayne came up to me. I thought oh no and then my insides twisted. He was staying with my eyes, he was understanding, and somewhat tip-toeing. I can be defensive over blame and flak. He was understanding and later I let him know that I was sorry; that my goal was to get sober again. This is not an easy task for me. Well as it turns out Wayne has a taste for alcohol also, which I had seen in him when I met him. For a little over three years we were on a road trip and had enough laughs at getting sober again to probably write a book. One of the funniest was when Wayne started trying to woo me into sobriety because we couldn’t afford for us both to drink. We both still get a laugh out of it. The disaster in all of this was our daily life being disrupted by these glutinous demons that were drinking away our livelihood, and our health.