I’m not quite sure why I even remember things like this, let alone want to make them the topic of a blog posting, but, there you have it, and here it is. Y’see, it’s about my first wife. “First wife?” you might say. “So what. Lots of us ITR have had multiple marriages.” But for me, number 1 is 4 wives ago and barely lasted a spec in the sands of time.

I met my first wife around the same time I met dope. Soon after, I introduced them to each other, and the three of us had a love triangle. I think if we could have married the drug, we would have, but I’m sure it was present at our wedding.

We got married, in my opinion, because we were doing drugs and having sex, and both of us were were both young and dumb. And marriage, so I thought, seemed like the next logical step in our relationship.

Barely a year or a year and a half later, we got divorced over jealousy. I thought she liked the third party in our love triangle more than she liked me, and she felt the same way about me. So, that was that. One night, after a long party, one of us wanted to keep going and the other didn’t, so we yelled at each other, fought with each other, and when she started hitting me I picked her up and put her out, like a cat, and locked the door behind her. At the time she was also doing my “boss”, so it all worked out for the best.

Then one day, about 8 or 9 steps later, I stumbled upon her name and phone number and gave her a call. Yes, we all know that RT told me *not* to contact the ex-wives and girlfriends; but if we don’t, how do we ever find out how correct our Sponsors are?

“One” said that she would meet me, but it had to be in a public place.  After coffee, we went back to her apartment. There she told me that she was still afraid of me.  With a question and answer period going both ways for about an hour, the meeting seemed appropriate to adjourn.  I left thinking that she was still not a very happy person, although I had moved on, because I got clean.

Other things that came to mind were that I hoped she would get happy, get clean and stop being afraid of me.  And lastly, that my Sponsor was prolly correct; I don’t think “One” got anything out of the visit, except high afterwards, and not by or from me.

Like I said, I’m not sure why I remembered this incident, but I do think that everything happens for a reason, even if I don’t know what that reason may be.

I love this program!