I relapsed. I had been doing great. Today would have been 3 months sober for me, which is considered a sobriety milestone. I didn't quite make it. There must be something self destructive in me.

Some of you may have noticed that I was happier and more content. I liked feeling that way.

I told my daughters. I told my sponsor. (You're supposed to call before, not after, he said). I told a woman in the group who has been sober for 5 years and who I like a lot and who I thought might be my second wife. She is super smart, funny, and artistic; exactly the kind of woman I am drawn to. She was not pleased.

Now I get back on the horse. It will be August instead of May.