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San Diego A.A.
I have a problem.
I used to like to go to the park,
drink a little wine.
But my life was lonely.
I begged God. I said to Him:
I know, Father, You can save me.
You can give me what I need to make my life good,
so that I don’t have to moan to myself all the time,
so I don’t drink myself sick anymore.
You can give me what I need and I need a relationship.
I thought that was what I needed, someone to love.
Then, like a miracle, three days later, up comes a beautiful girl—
a beautiful Indian girl with long black hair.
She is only twenty-seven and I am an old man.
When I saw this, Madre del Dios! I said.
This I can’t handle.
She will not go away.
I tell her so many times to go away, please.
You must go.
But she stays.
I do not know what to do.
There is no sex; nothing like that.
She comes to my house and showers,
then goes to my bed.
I sleep on the couch.
I have bad dreams.
She is there, her face like a vision. Beautiful.
But this vision torments me.
I worry all the time about her,
where she is, what she is doing.
It hurts me, so I tell her she must leave.
What can I do?
God has blessed me, but cursed me too.
I need a way out so that I can be alone again,
but not kill myself, and not drink anymore,
and not worry for a woman to make me happy.
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