By Marilyn Spiller

Original Source: recoveryconnection.com

Sometimes I feel like sobriety’s Andy Rooney – the ironic, curmudgeon of the blogging set, pointing out the pitfalls and snafus that no one else will tell the world about quitting drinking. I have been known to sniff at the sophomoric crowing of those who extoll the benefits of living clean and sober. As if, like that other killjoy Groucho Marx, I do not want to join any club substandard enough to have me as a member.Then two weeks ago, something really horrible happened. Someone I loved died unexpectedly and everyone else tiptoed around me, as if they thought it might be...click here to continue reading