>I may take you up on that. One of these days. Just promise you won't preach to me, OK? I have heard a lot of sermons from my own head already and they haven't done much good, have they? I think I am more the tea and sympathy type than the kick in the a*s type.

No preaching, just an ear. But no excuses either; you know what the problem is and you're the one who needs to fix it, with support from the people around you.

>She's gone now. The other day she told me off and then some.
>
>She was everything I wanted in a woman. (In a person, really, but it's always more interesting when it's the opposite sex, isn't it?). Smart -- smarter than me, and I don't say that lightly -- witty, sexy, caring. She made me feel great every time we talked. And now she's gone. So I pour vodka into that empty place in my soul.

I'm really sorry. I hope you'll find it in yourself to do what you need to so you don't lose anyone else you love to your disease.

Tamar