I finally worked up the nerve to try and fix my life a bit. I have incredible trouble being around people... so it was a big step for me. The only humans I've really seen in the last couple years is my weed dealer and the grocery store clerks. The first half of the meeting was really, really cool. I started fucking tearing up like a baby... it was really moving. Then somewhere towards the middle... it was time for this one guy to talk. He looked like a nice guy, etc. Then when it was time to say hi to him... "hi [name]"... it all came together.... I can't go into detail here but... I'm 99% positive this was the ex boyfriend of my ex girlfriend. Hair dyed just a certain way.. the name... a few other things. How to put this... Her stories of what he did to her... were the worst things I'd ever heard. Short of torture and rape... he did the most unspeakable things to her. Sorry I'm flustered and not good with words right now... but I've spent months trying to forget those stories... and out of all the people in this state and town... he's at this meeting. So... naturally the second half of the meeting, I could hardly be present. And I surely couldn't be supportive of him. I can imagine people saying things like... well you weren't there, you don't know for sure what he did to her. Or... well... you're recovery is important enough to look past this. But... as crazy as it may sound without telling you the details... I was and am fucking scarred simply from knowing what he did to her. I used to think I would attack him if I ever saw him. Then suddenly to be in a situation like that. Wow. Okay I've gone on too long. What a small world... cliffs: went to my first marijuana anonymous meeting... and sat across from a man who had HORRIBLY abused my ex. edit: took out the dude's name, because as unlikely as it is that he'd be on this forum... with my luck its totally possible.