My first vacation with my family after opening up about my alcoholism and becoming part of the AA community was not what I expected. It wasn’t full of love. In fact, it was the complete opposite. I had dreamt up scenarios of how proud my mother would be of me, how my brothers and sisters would congratulate me on such an accomplishment, the small town of Duck in the Outer Banks where we vacation would have a ticker tape parade celebrating my return, my dad would see what I did and be inspired to do the same. None of that happened. No one even mentioned it. Not a word. Some of them actually looked at me like there was something wrong with me or that I had a considerable overreaction to what I considered abuse. So, as alcoholics do, my resentments started to grow. As the week wore on I…
