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morerevealed.com http://www .morerevealed.co m/library/horro r-stories/loretta --my-12-step-c ounselor-stole-my-husband.html 9. Loretta My 12-Step Counselor Stole My Husband 12-Step Horror Stories True Tales of Misery, Betrayal and Abuse in NA, AA and 12-Step Treatment Rebecca Fransway Compiler/Editor This book is here courtesy of See Sharp Press and Rebecca Fransway , Ed. Sparky and I were married on a dismal rainy Saturday in November 1969. Mutual friends had introduced us (blind dates are supposed to make a lasting marriage). We courted in the old-fashioned way (no-sex before marriage) and discovered one another with gentleness and respect. Our first year of marriage marked my first year of teaching in a local public school district. Sparky work ed in the computer department of a local university . We spent time together building our garage and house, camping, fishing, organic gardening, raising animals (pigs, chickens, and rabbits), and spending a lot of time together. It was an ideal life and marriage for at least the first five years. Suzy was born in December 1974, and within a few days I spiraled into a horrible depression from which I never totally recovered. My obstetrician had taken me aside to inform me I was depressed ( already figured that) and would probably benefit from antidepressants. But I didn't try them. This was in the 1970s, the choice of antidepressants was limited, and I didn't want to put strange chemicals into my body. Sparky and I began to drift apart after Suzy's birth. He drank more and more, and I focused on Suzy and my art -- painting and basket making. At this time I started giving private art lessons in my home. I used art, jogging, natural food supplements, and Suzy to alleviate my depression. It worked, somewhat, for a while. I saw the relationship between us weakening and thought I would drink with him in order to be with him. I could never keep up with him -- that was never the intent -- although he decided that was what I was doing. I just wanted the return of his closeness, but it was already too late. We began having more verbal fights and misunderstandings. In 1983, our summer schedule was usually divided between the house and our cabin in the country . I gave a private class on Wednesday mornings, and the following class I'd pack the cat, dog and Suzy into the car and go to the camp to wait for Sparky to join us. On one occasion it was 7:30 p.m. before he arrived, and boy was he drunk! While waiting patiently for his arrival I had one drink while I ate supper with Suzy. She was around six or seven years old and was in the habit of going to bed early, even in the summer. Playing solitaire at the kitchen table, I watched for his coming from the window . As his truck lumbered into the clearing and crept toward the buildings I knew he was drunk. He walked into the cabin weaving and wavering. Picking up his guitar , he struggled with strumming and trying to sing. Then he wanted me to sing to the tunes he strummed. He played so badly that I got pissed and told him to get someone who knew how to play . I muttered something regarding his drunkenness and before I knew it he flew at me. I anticipated his wrath and got up before he could strike. We went at it like we had never done before. I ran toward the back door which was in the bedroom, but he caught me.

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