<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Love on Walking in Sober Boots</title><link>https://soberboots.org/tags/love/</link><description>Recent content in Love on Walking in Sober Boots</description><image><title>Walking in Sober Boots</title><url>https://soberboots.org/soberboots/assets/uploads/2023/07/img_1290.jpg</url><link>https://soberboots.org/soberboots/assets/uploads/2023/07/img_1290.jpg</link></image><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 23 Oct 2017 10:16:57 -0400</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://soberboots.org/tags/love/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>October 23, 2017: Reflections on Thirteen Years of Marriage</title><link>https://soberboots.org/2017/10/23/october-23-2017-reflections-on-thirteen-years-of-marriage/</link><pubDate>Mon, 23 Oct 2017 10:16:57 -0400</pubDate><guid>https://soberboots.org/2017/10/23/october-23-2017-reflections-on-thirteen-years-of-marriage/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Thirteen years ago, I woke to brilliant sunshine after a week straight of rain, with a banging headache, in a hotel room at the O’Callahan on West Street, in Annapolis, MD. My addiction to alcohol would not take full root for several more years, but the previous night had been full of revelry with friends and family. We’d been celebrating in preparation of this day, the day that I would commit my life to the most amazing and beautiful woman I’d ever met. Yes, Mrs. TKD and I were getting married!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>φιλία (philía) love</title><link>https://soberboots.org/2017/05/13/%CF%86%CE%B9%CE%BB%CE%B9%CE%B1-philia-love/</link><pubDate>Sat, 13 May 2017 08:27:12 -0400</pubDate><guid>https://soberboots.org/2017/05/13/%CF%86%CE%B9%CE%BB%CE%B9%CE%B1-philia-love/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The first time the man who I would eventually ask to be my sponsor said, “I love you” to me I was a bit stunned and I managed to stammer that I loved him too back, even though I wasn’t sure that I wanted to say the words — not because I didn’t love him, but because it felt awkward.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Matt &amp; Caz's Story</title><link>https://soberboots.org/2017/03/11/matt-cazs-story/</link><pubDate>Sat, 11 Mar 2017 10:12:30 -0500</pubDate><guid>https://soberboots.org/2017/03/11/matt-cazs-story/</guid><description>&lt;p style="padding-left:30px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Damien’s Note: Matt and I have followed each other on Twitter for some time and have had enjoyed good interactions. Last week, he reached out via Direct Message requesting my email, saying that he had something to share with me. When I opened the email, in the middle of my work day, I was dumbstruck. I had to get up and leave my home office for a bit to absorb the pain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="padding-left:30px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matt’s story hit home because I know what it’s like to loose someone important to death, but I can’t imagine loosing my wife. I hoped that Matt might want me to share this story on my blog. Matt’s story is one of resilience. He’s proof that our sobriety can be stronger than our emotions, life’s twists and turns, and even death.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-8353" src="https://soberboots.org/soberboots/assets/uploads/2017/03/c0iqqwbxgaao-u8.jpg" alt="C0IQQWbXgAAO-U8" width="225" height="300" /&gt;I married an amazing woman in 2004. We had been together as boyfriend &amp;amp; girlfriend for 7 years to the day when we tied the knot. Not only was I marrying the love of my life, this person was my best friend/lover &amp;amp; soul mate.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I came out as bisexual to her early in the relationship, she understood and excepted me. If I am in a relationship with a person that&amp;rsquo;s it I am just in a relationship with that one person.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;By coming out to her it was as if I had come out to the entire world. I was free to be myself, no secrets and no shame. When I saw her eye up some attractive random man could smile and tell her she had good taste, a relationship like this comes but once a life.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>