I feel as if a bomb went off next to me. Actually I'm sitting at home now writing and feeling relived but that's how I felt these last few hours of this Thanksgiving holiday.
I've been sober for 24 days today.
My parents have been divorced since I was 12 and every year since then my brothers and I have spent about four to five hours at each of their homes on Thanksgiving. It's never been easy for me to deal with this, I don't know why. For the most part I've usually felt like shit on this day.
I've been preparing myself for the last week or so by practicing acceptance, being in the now, and praying. I also new that I wanted to be of service while I was at lunch at my father's home and dinner at my mom's.
WORK IN PROGRESS
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