Well a glutton for punishment - I am not

I am actually going to write another blog just to complain.
The last two blogs I wrote would not publish, nor could they be saved. And as I can't remember what I wrote about they couldn't have been that interesting!
I have reached another phase in my ever changing life. I realised that my friends actually know me better than the majority of my family.
And while my friends actually like me because they know me, certain family members don't, and they don't know me either, which makes it rather ironic that they don't like me. Because how can you dislike someone if you don't know them? Unless they're Hitler or Cheyne or Pot Pol or other similar evil people.
And I realised that their not liking me, is absolutely fine with me, because I don't actually like either of them,and I do know them because I've bothered to get to know them, though they don't know me and haven't even bothered to get to know me.
I still love them, or rather love who they used to be; and would not wish any harm to come to either of them, however, have no interest in ever seeing either one of them again.
And it isn't as if I haven't tried to like them, because I have.
But how do you like a bully? And how do you like somone so self centred that they think everything revolves around them and who likes to have status symbol cars. Give me 4 wheels and a reasonable engine and chassis and I am happy to get from A to B.

The 12 Steps - a design for living

I am not ashamed to accept that I am one of the one in 10 who has an addiction to alcohol. Have to say I had a huge amount of fun, outdrank a lot of men (useful in the music business - they were really annoyed when I'd get the down to the black ball as well) and fortunately, lived to tell the tale and to stop drinking. For me it gave me a design for living that I certainly did't have growing up. That was a design for survival perhaps, its the best I can say about that, except when visiting Ireland and my love Irish grandmother, who just personified love. I went to loys meetings. Was really fortunate to have the help of MU and the Grammy Foundation get me into an amazing rehab, where I learned more about myself than, I could have imagined. Rigorous honesty is one of the cornerstones of the program. Anonymity as to who you see in meetings and what you've heard them say, I absolutely uphold. Anonymity is not a legal right. But what do you do when a man, who professes to have over 19 years of sobriety and is proud of that and that he goes to meetings regularly, lies to you when he sells you a vehicle. Yes, Jim Simpson of Jim Simpson Llc who sells you his fathers pick up truck and lies to you, and does not disclose the full extenet of problems with the vehicle. I am confused as to how you can be rigorously honest, and not be?? An ex sponsor, Angel Schwartz allowed me to stay with her; for a fortunately very short while; when I was homeless. I did a huge amount of preparation and helped her considerably in painting a mural on Hollywood Boulevard at the Horse Carriage Museum. And had to endure Rush Limbaugh every day for ages. I did not paint the brilliant images she did, howwever, I did paint the fence, the foliage and flowers at the bottom quater of the painting. My name was credited "Assisted by Ann Munday". Excited to show a long term friend and brilliant songwriter of some of my artistic endeavour we drove north on Hollywood and stopped. Fortunately the gate was open, so we could go straight up and stand in front of it. My "Assisted by" has been painted out. Why would someone do that? And I have not forgotten the man who at a meeting, described a gang rape as a party prank. So I think I still stick to my 12 step program and my design for living, and continue to be as rigorously honestly honest as I can be.