Pat Y. on Grief, Amends, and the Rigid Direction of Sponsorship

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1975, a small room in Los Angeles. Pat Y. arrives at 8:28 for an 8:30 meeting, shaking and sweating in baggy jeans and a knit top with no knit left in it. She had spent the previous decade as a professional disaster: a legal secretary who peaked at 23, a go-go dancer in dives where no one spoke English, and a woman who drank scotch in a purple flannel bathrobe while her husband was at the track.

The wreckage is concrete: a marriage ended in a courthouse by a judge in bedroom slippers, and a secret she carried for eleven years—a cruel "only the good die young" card sent to her dying brother. Pat describes the paradox of the alcoholic: working harder than anyone when applying themselves, but rarely doing so. She recounts the humiliation of "auditioning" for a strip club while out with her boss. Sobriety came through the rigid direction of a sponsor who demanded a meeting every night. Pat notes that her attitude didn't matter; she just had to do the work.

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