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In 1988, when I was a student at the University of Memphis, I fell in love with a charismatic but very troubled young man who turned out to be hiding an addiction to opium. At the time, I started attending Al-Anon meetings for family and friends of alcoholics or drug addicts. I attended three meetings a week for probably a year. The Al-Anon meetings were held all over town in church basements but I went primarily to 3 groups. Like Alcoholics Anonymous, Al-Anon is a 12-step program. I worked the 12-steps to heal the chaos that was my life with a