Marriage Number Two: The Bill YearsOr Out of the Frying Pan and into the Fire
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On an Unasked-for Trip into the Twelve Steps and Poverty
I can’t make any excuses for myself, and even I don’t like who I was then. Not sure the kids did either, but I would have died rather than lose them. So when a friend introduced me to his half-brother, Bill, I managed to let myself fall in love with him, or at least once again in mutual need. We married and moved to Arizona. Geographic cure, which didn’t cure his drinking, but let him find jobs as a truck driver, and rent was cheap. Reagonomics and a trickle-down theory had made everyone I knew poor. I knew of a family that parked their car outside of a food stamp office in Phoenix and went inside. They left the children in the car, and it caught fi
