Girlfriends come and go, but I knew you and I had a very special bond that was destined to last forever, and I was NOT going to let any girl get in the way of that The countless nights listening to them cry angry tears and trying to keep you and me apart had little effect on our ever-building relationship. It seemed like every girlfriend I had was very jealous of all our time we spent together. “Girlfriends Come and Go…We Were Becoming Inseparable” You were my one friend who was always there for me, who never argued with me, and who made me feel completely comfortable accepting the life we had built together. We were slowly becoming BFFs you just made my life better. And then we started hanging out every Thursday night, so we could kick off our weekends early. Tuesday nights were dart nights, and, well, you cannot play darts by yourself, so I brought you along. Soon our weekend ventures turned into week night rendezvous’. I certainly will never forget our times as one, I promise you that. Breaking rules and hearts, running from the law, hitting triple digits on the freeway, and endless laughs at our rebellious life we lived together. We had some really great times together that is for sure. We started out like any other friendship, getting together during the weekends or on special occasions. I kept waking up sweating bullets and trembling in fear that this might really be the end to our decade long courtship. The first week or so was terrible without you.
This is the longest we have ever been apart. Jason Hyland, writer and author, takes us just through that journey in a roller-coaster ride of his love affair and friendship with alcohol. Ultimately, if we’re lucky, we dig our heads out of the sand and realize how many people we are hurting around us. What we once considered others to be fraud, misleading, or uncertain – at the time, we thought a substance our one true ally. If you’re in recovery, chances are at one time you’ve considered drugs or alcohol a best friend, a lover, or the only thing there to fill up your emptiness in times of hurt and desperation.
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