Some years ago, I had occasion to spend several months in a small town in the Midwest. I was in the first five years of my sobriety and in the habit of going to a lot of meetings. The town had only one group, which met three times a week. The "godfather" of the group was a man in his 50s who had been sober for 20+ years. I'll call him "Stan." It seemed like Stan sponsored just about everyone, and the whole group constantly quoted him as the agreed-upon source for all wisdom in the group.
Late in the summer, his wife (who was also a member of AA) was attending a church prayer group in the basement of a church, when Stan entered and shot her dead. The consensus of the AA group was, "Well, she made her first mistake when she got away from AA." And, "Well she should have obeyed her husband, he told her not to go there."
Can you believe that? Crazy as bedbugs in hoop skirts, the whole lot of them. Shudder.