I sense a storm on her side of the street. I am constantly reminding myself that it's not my storm, to detach with love, and to focus on keeping my side clean. God, grant me the serenity...
6/3/08
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The continuous recovery of an imperfect, obsessive co-dependent who eternally loves an alcoholic
I sense a storm on her side of the street. I am constantly reminding myself that it's not my storm, to detach with love, and to focus on keeping my side clean. God, grant me the serenity...
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