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Thanks, man, although I must’ve worded my comment strangely, because my mother isn’t dead. She’s not using anymore, but she used to (also in NA). She has a bit of mild cognitive damage as a result, but is still alive. Thank Heaven. My stepdad is dead, though.
I don’t hate them for their mistakes. I used to, when I was younger. But then I learned what you said, that it’s a hard road. I don’t think that I could’ve done any better than they had, if I had been in their place. My mother’s been clean since his death, and for that I am so immensely grateful. My biological father and my aunt and uncle have all been clean for years and years and years. Couldn’t be more proud of them all.

The moment that I found out my mother and stepfather were both using again, we were all in his car, and Blue was playing on the radio. I remember that moment in time so vividly. My soul sank, sank, sank down into the earth. The association that I have of that song with that feeling is for me indissolvable.

But nonetheless, please don’t feel like you shouldn’t post thirteenth step. Or anything else that you want to post. I’ll live. And they’re your posts. Make them about what ever you want.

And congratulations on where you are right now. I believe in you, man. You take care as well.