Charlotte: My mom always says God doesn't give with both hands. You're young, beautiful, brilliant. There has to be something you can't have. Amelia: Some days I'd give that all up. Charlotte: That's just the craving talking. The longer you go without a drink... Amelia: I drank at your wedding. I thought it was ginger ale. I spit it out. Charlotte: OK, since then? Amelia: Nothing, but I can't stop thinking about it. Charlotte: It was an accident. Don't let a slip turn into a fall. Get your butt to a meeting.
I was thinking I would keep waiting for life to get easier. You know, lower stakes, less risk, easier. And I was thinking, maybe it doesn't. Maybe the struggle, the climb, one obstacle after another... maybe that's just life.