Surviving Soberly

So I go to a Halloween party last night and only three people are dressed up besides me. This was a place I felt safe - till last night. This guy I know, crazy ass - crazier than me, who lives with his parents and refuses to work, wants to judge me and tear me apart for being who I am. That's why, a few weeks ago I decided to definitely drop out of the recovery program. I feel like I'm leaving a cult, like I need a deprogrammer. I'm so tired of being criticized, judged, torn apart; etc. I have never been around such jerks as I have in AA. My drinking buddies treated me better. When I think about how many times my heart has been broken, stomped on; how many times I have been treated as if I killed a family of five because of my mental illness and depression, because of the choices I've made in the past, I just die inside. If I just keep working like I am, I don't need those people. I have never met so many pedophiles, rapists, sickos, stalkers, con