My son made a gingerbread house decorated with abstinence killers. B Devil Ment made the trimmings glitter and shine tonight. Each candy cane a promise of sugary oblivion. Each chocolate a ticket to a mind quiet from pain.
Mama Brigid granted me a miracle of pulling out phone and having a text from OA friend. The abstinence killers lost a bit of their shine, and I followed will of Mama B instead Ego A. Hooray for reasonable snack! Horray for abstinence. Hooray for today!!
