Thirty Years

My brother has been a recovering alcoholic for 30 years. That’s a long, long time.

Evidently if you’re make it to 30 years, your chance of relapse is less that 15 percent. That’s encouraging.

I don’t know that I could stick with one thing for 30 years. How could I make it if society said, “You cannot argue with your husband for 30 years” or “no food for you for 30 years.” (Alcoholism might have been a problem for me, given that it runs in the family on both sides, but thankfully liquor tastes vile and doesn’t affect my mood as well as food does.)

It’s a shame he couldn’t have a 30 years celebration with his friends clapping him on the back and giving him hugs, but he invited me to his AA meeting on Zoom, which was very nice.