So today is day 183! And the weekend of labor day I was supposed to move into a art studio. Instead I spent the weekend in jail for a decision I didn't have much of a choice for. For a warrant that should have never been issued because I did everything I was supposed to do... I ended up in the studio but since then my boss clipped a guy in his dump truck who ended up dying and the guilt shame and remorse of keeping my mouth shut; has gotten my into one on one counseling... And then it just kept getting worse and worse til last week when my ex was murdered 3 days after we start talking for the first time in months. We shared a homegroup for the last 3 years. It's a daily meeting that we each have a day we've chaired for ever... I have kept the same weekly commitments since July and it seem the only thing I can say is I'm sober! I have been doing my best to make the most out of everything and have even tried to cut the bad out of my life. But everytime I open up I get stabbed in the heart backor thrown under the bus... I don't know but if this is life in sobriety... I don't think I can handle much more
