"Hi I'm Julie and I'm a button enabler."
"It started out innocently enough. I met him in a coffee shop. I was wearing a button that said 'I write therefore I am' and he was wearing a button that said 'I talk to strangers,' one thing led to another and well, we started dating."
Julie swallowed hard and looked out over the twenty or so faces staring back at her. The room was nondescript elementary school green, the chairs were hard, the donuts were stale, but these meetings had been a godsend for her.
Over the weeks she had come to really care about the people. The people in this room understood what she was going through. They'd all been there as either the addicted or the enabler. They knew how hard life could get when you loved a buttoner.
"At first it was just harmless fun. We'd go antiquing, pick up a vintage 'I like Ike' or a well preserved 'Make love not war,' but then it got to be more and more of an issue. He insisted that I wear myriad buttons whenever we went out. Soon the entire front of my jacket was covered, and then he started pinning buttons on the back. After a while I could hardly walk for the weight of them. And whenever I walked near the power lines don't even get me started on the humming sound."
She gathered her thoughts and reached into her pocket to show them three items.
"Then last night we were out having a romantic candlelit dinner. He handed me this button which says 'Will you marry me?' and then he handed me these other two buttons. One of them says 'No,' the other says 'Yes' and as you can see it has a great big diamond right in the middle."
She waited while everyone who wanted to see the buttons had handled them and handed them back.
"But the problem is, I don't know what to do. I really care for him, but I always thought that when I got engaged the diamond would be on my finger; not on a little metal disk that I wear on my jacket. I guess I'm just not a wear your heart on your sleeve kind of gal. And that's where he wants me to wear the 'Yes' button; on my sleeve. Because there's no room left on my lapel. He said that that way there would be room for each of our anniversary buttons. Because according to him I have unusually long arms."
She held another button up for the room to see.
"He gave me a button at breakfast that says so."
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