Ever have a "relationship" in which everything may seem okay on the surface but, eventually, you realize that though you are a full participant in the other person's life, they have yet to be one in yours? If you haven't, I envy your luck. I know someone who seems to operate this way. We probably all do. As an alcoholic, every one of his "relationships" appears to be like this. Every Saturday (if not more), you can find him at his notion of Cheers - his home away from home. Here, he finds his "friends" and, no matter any other perceived relationship, these are the ones deemed of the highest importance. They are the ones he dresses up for and must see each and every week no matter the cost to anyone else in his life. They are also the ones he never talks to or sees outside of that one evening. They aren't the ones he texts or has late-night conversations with. They aren't even the ones he claims to love. However, they're the "...