I love fighting on Facebook. Today I’m fighting with Sam. If you’ve been reading my blog for more than three minutes you’ll know who Sam is. If you are new, do a search for Sam. It will tell you a lot. When I met Adam I told him that Sam would always be the one that got a way. I’m glad he did. I have something so much better now.
Sam was not in my life for a very long time. In the late 1990’s he developed a nice little crystal meth problem, that escalated. He eventually OD’d in NYC and almost died. It was that incident and his behavior toward me after I cared for him for a week in the hospital that led me to cut him off completely from my life.
He was resurrected about three years ago when he sent word that he had gotten his life cleaned up, was in recovery, and was finally trying to fix the things he’d allowed to become broken. I’m very proud that he has almost three years under his belt.
That being said. He’s becoming what I refer to as a recovery diva. He knows all there is to know about recovery. He knows how it’s supposed to be done. How the meetings are to be led. etc. etc.
I know all of these things. I sat in 12 step rooms for almost five years being one of these divas. I think when I look back on things I was a much nicer, much better person using, than I was being a diva.
Yesterday Sam, complained on Facebook that the speaker didn’t stay on recovery. She spent too much time on “the mess” and not enough time on the message. I heard in him, who I used to be. And I didn’t like it. And I said as much. Here is our exchange: