Today marks 12 years of sobriety. I have no friends to celebrate, not even for my Birthday, not even for Christmas. Instead, I have enemies who try to frame me for crimes and slander me everywhere I go, or just pacify me to move me along. Damned for 20 years, and I’m still not guilty. I made my best friend in the world this way, but now she’s gone. I haven’t had a lover in 2 years. No hugs. No closeness. Nothing. I’m treated like I shouldn’t be allowed to get a cup of coffee, while everyone loved me when I was drinking myself to death. My life is good now, but so isolated. Socially, I get only small talk or admonishments. I’ve never been so lonely. Many days, I still get through one day at a time, knowing that at least I care. Nobody else wants me.