I thought I had been dumped!
I found out I'd been busted! Someone took the time and trouble to check me out on Open Salon and sent me a sternly worded email to the effect, "cease and desist." Oh, yeah, and something about thinking we had something special together, trust, being a private person, etc., etc. Yes, I can write what I want about my own life. But I have to agree that I crossed a line.
I removed the offending postings, and promised not to post any more about a certain someone.
Of course, I can still post about me (which is what I thought I was doing all along)!
But the worst part was, I had to discuss it with my sponsor, and see where I was wrong (and there was plenty to see), and send a certain person a proper apology, which as we know is one in which I don't justify myself or point out his wrongdoings. I have to ask him what I can do to make it right; and what he says, I have to do. I didn't have to take down the original posts at his request; I did it because an apology without a gesture is like saying you love your kid but never paying child support.
I will have two years sober in nine days, and sometimes working the steps sucks; but it doesn't suck as much as being a piss-your-pants, puke-encrusted, falling-down, cross-my-heart-and-hope-to-die drunk, competing with the cockroaches for floor space. So I work the steps.
And I slept pretty well last night, and this morning I'm pretty sure I cleaned up my side of the street.
And that's how that turned out!