Happily Ever After
I met my husband on October 4, 1986. It was a Saturday. I was supposed to go to a meeting at a church but didn’t want to go. I remember driving into the parking lot and then leaving the parking lot. La-de-da, what to do? I knew that my sponsor would be unhappy with me if she didn’t see me there, so I drove back in, parked and went in.
I’m glad that I went in and glad that I stayed.