As I said, I got divorced and sober in 1987. I have never “re-married”, or, “re-drank” again. However, it has been close a couple of times on both counts. And what a ride it has been during these past 22 years! To be exact, I got sober on August 2nd, 1987. I had just had my 30th birthday the day before – August 1st. I threw myself a big party. I drank lots of champagne and did a few tequilla shots and then ended the night with a couple of beers. (I think). When I woke up in the morning on my 30th birthday (my 2 year old son was at his father’s home) I got out of bed, and with my horrible head pounding bumping into walls hang-over, I shuffled to the refrigerator and pulled out a cold beer. As I found my way back to my bed, I felt as if I may faint or throw up. I slowly climbed back in my bed as I gently held the cold beer to my pale and warm cheek. As I sat in bed, I then opened my beer and drank it. That hair of the dog made me feel better physically, but I was ashamed and disgusted with myself. I hated living like this – this was not me. It turned out that was my last drink. A beer, in bed, alone, in the morning, on my 30th birthday. (Geeze – is this a country song?) I had no idea, that my life was my own fault, my own choice. I had more power and strength than I ever knew, but somehow I had lost it along the way during my unhealthy marriage. I had a long road of healing and learning in front of me. But how does one “un-learn”? Well – for starters – STOP DRINKING! Find a support group! In that moment on my 30th birthday as I sat in my bed with my now finished beer, I knew in my gut that I was finished drinking, it was finally over. I felt my surrender. And like other people in my family, I knew that I too was an alcoholic. I tried so hard not to be one, but somehow I finally admitted down to my guts, that I was an alcoholic. And with that admission of my disease of the mind, body and spirit, my journey of recovery began. It took a long time to learn, that the joy is found in the journey. Since then, I never woke up in the morning sober, and wished I drank the night before.