My wedding day was supposed to celebrate the life I had fought hard to rebuild, but my future mother-in-law, Patricia, arrived with my veil covered in dozens of wine corks. “Ten years sober deserves a souvenir!” she laughed. A decade earlier, at twenty-three, I had been struggling with family problems, debt, two jobs, and a growing dependence on alcohol. After waking up one morning still wearing my work clothes and discovering I had missed half my shift, I finally admitted I needed help. Recovery came through meetings, apologies, difficult days, and the constant support of my sponsor, Diane…. Continue Reading 🔽
