It is my time to go.

I knew that eventually Owain and I would go head to head over a business meeting and tonight was that night. The punk wants my job and wants to rotate all the positions – well he can have my job. I will be turning in my keys this week to Rick and bidding farewell to Tuesday Beginner’s.

He pitted 2 years of sobriety against my 7 years. I walked out of the meeting after screaming at the top of my lungs at him. After accusing me of not knowing how AA works. I just lost my mind. The boy has an ego and a wanna be a star people pleaser complex as well. There is no room for an ego in sobriety. And this is the second time he has got me riled up and I am just getting too old to deal with newbies with ego issues. After seven years of service it is time to walk away quietly. After blowing up like dynamite.

My compassion and patience goes out the window when he walks into my space, with his cock of the walk strut. Look at me, look at me, I’m so pretty and so popular look at me…

Others will follow me – either in or out the door. That’s how sobriety works. He doesn’t understand the dynamic that has been in place for so long and the shock that a change to that dynamic would produce – but it’s all about him now. It’s not about me. People come and people go. And for me it is time to go.

I don’t need that kind of stress.

So I am finished…

He can buy the supplies, pay the rent, make the coffee and set up the room. I am not doing it any more.

end of story…