(08/01/91)"Alcoholism is a disease of the brain and I find it hard to leave." Nate's wife is mad. I go to a house and walk in. Nate is there. I am wanting to go hug him and aware that I should leave. We talk as I struggle with my torn feelings. Then his wife walks in and Nate, standing behind me, puts his arms around me, sort of a hug and sort of to restrain me from leaving in a playful, serious way. He says my name loudly several times and I'm embarrassed. Now he's done it. She'll recognize me for sure. She does. She is angry that I am back. Nate hangs on to me as I try to get him to release me. She and I talk. She is angry and I am trying to be plain now. I did not know he was here and accidentally came to the door. She doesn't believe me. So why don't I leave then, if my intention sare honorable. She tells me, "Alcoholism is a disease of the brain." He's a sick man and I must leave. I'll make it worse for him. I know she's right and find it hard to leave. A younger woman is in the room. I finally get him to let go of me.