was approaching my forties.
“Of course,” I reasoned on good days, “I’m not the only woman in this position. Every
major city has hundreds to thousands just like me.” But a woman suffering from
emotional or physical wounds can’t see further than her front door. She knows she is
absolutely the only woman in the world suffering her fate.
Determined to do something about my condition, I became a “meetings” junkie in the
next few months. I attended local gatherings of Over-Eater’s Anonymous, Alcoholics
Anonymous and Weight Watchers (again!). I was not an alcoholic, but I found the
truthful sharing of daily temptations and falling by the wayside—only to rise up for
another effort to succeed—powerful. Each organization had the same basic tenet: that to
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truly succeed in changing our addiction, we needed the fellowship of others going
through the same struggles, specifically one partner who would be available at all times
to
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