When I started this blog many, many years ago, I promised myself that I would write at least one time a month and I have. There have only been a few times where it has literally come down to the very last day of the month and I have not written a blog. However, this is one of those times.
I just feel really easily overwhelmed lately. Maybe it is because it is the end of the school year? I’m not sure. But I just feel like work and house stuff and personal obligations have piled up. I am very task oriented so it bothers me when there is a lot on my plate. And honestly, none of the things I need to do have any real urgency- it just feels like too many things at one time.
I have also noticed that I am a lot more overwhelmed after I have a super busy weekend. I guess I just need more down time and when I don’t have it, it throws me off.
I’m honestly writing this on my phone on my lunch break, with research papers that I need to grade stacked in front of me, simply because I need to take something off my list and this seemed like the easiest and fastest one to tackle. I feel disappointed because that isn’t the reason why I started this blog and I am kind of phoning it in this month.
I guess I should look at the bright side of things- I didn’t have anything crazy or dramatic or horrible to write about this month, so that’s something!!
Covid was one of the best things to happen to me as far as my agoraphobia goes. Nowhere to go, nothing to do…everyone HAD to stay home. For two years, I had the perfect excuse to not go anywhere. There were no vacations, no trips to the city, no concerts at the beach, no day trips, no overnight visits…nowhere to go, nothing to do. For two years, my comfort zone steadily shrank and my anxiety was practically nonexistent. That aspect of quarantine was wonderful. I was stuck at home, newly in love, and so content to just snuggle on the couch with him binging Netflix and Hulu. I still did weekly therapy, focusing on remote teaching, my new relationship, and the death of my exboyfriend. But, inevitably, life has started to go back to “normal” and I am left feeling very not normal. I knew Covid was a causing a huge step back when it came to my agoraphobia, but I don’t think I really grasped how much it negatively affected me. Before Covid, my “comfort zone” was an hour and a half or so. I still got anxious going somewhere new, but it was pretty manageable. I struggled with bigger trips and flying was still a huge obstacle, but I was doing ok. Over the past two years, my comfort zone significantly shrank to being about 25 minutes or so and I don’t like being in the car with other people. I especially am anxious about driving with my boyfriend and his two children. I have spent a lot of time in therapy talking about the need to expand my horizons and widen my comfort zone, but I haven’t actually acted on it. A couple of weeks ago, my friends went on an overnight girls trip to a place about two hours away. Even before Covid this trip was not one I usually went on, but this time I didn’t say no right away. I really did think a lot about going, but the length of the drive, coupled with a night at a bar and sleeping in a hotel was just overwhelming and I did not go. I obsessed over the decision, cried a lot, and was incredibly hard on myself for not being ready to do it. I realized that I had to stop just saying I was going to take drives and push myself and I needed to start just doing it. A couple of days ago, I drove (with my boyfriend) to my parent’s house, which is about 45 minutes away. Even though it is a route I had done hundreds of times in my life, I have only been to my hometown two times in the past two years and I had not driven that distance with my boyfriend before. It was the tiniest of accomplishments, but still was a step in the right direction and it was better than nothing. I decided that I am going to try to drive to the beach tomorrow morning by myself. It is about an hour and fifteen minutes away. I know the only way I am going to get better is to keep pushing myself to drive more often and go a little further each time. I am going to bed tonight telling myself that there is no pressure. If I start driving and can’t make it, I can go home and try another time. So…until tomorrow…
I’m so fucking angry all the time. This is not a comfortable emotion for me. I have always historically been a crier. No matter what the situation, my gut reaction was to get upset and cry. Not anymore. Sometimes I think I just have no more tears to cry. And when they dried up, I became filled with rage instead.
I feel so shut off from everyone right now. Part is that is self-preservation and protection. I am escaping into myself by withdrawing from people and situations and emotions. The other part is that I find myself just wanting to lash out. At times when I would normally be sympathetic or be able to show that I care, I feel myself harden, the anger percolating dangerously close to the surface.
This started- no surprise- right after M. died. The circumstances of his death are still unknown, at least to me. People tell me that “it doesn’t matter HOW he died, the end result is the same”. I am consumed by it. I still NEED to know. I drive to work drafting emails in my head to send to his mother, sometimes demanding the truth, other times begging for it. I read so much after he died about the stages of grief, desperate to understand. Denial…check. That lasted a couple of weeks. Then came anger aaaannnnd I’m still there. Stuck. I kind of feel like I moved through the other stages, but kept anger tucked in my back pocket. It is a weird comfort, years of pent up anger finally being unleashed, but it is directed all the wrong places. It is like a firecracker- scalding hot and bright red and then it explodes and just goes everywhere.
I have always avoided anger. The absolute worst feeling is knowing or thinking someone is mad at me. And I seldom get mad at anyone, even if I have just cause. It just has never been my go-to emotion. Now, I don’t know how to stop being mad. And I get angry at the dumbest things. I feel like I have been pushing people away, especially my boyfriend. And I don’t even know how to explain to them why because I don’t understand it. It seems too simple (or like a lame excuse) to say, “I’m angry because M. died”. But I’m SO ANGRY BECAUSE M. DIED.
The worst part is I feel mean. I know I’m hurting people who care about me and who genuinely want to make sure I’m okay. And I know I’m doing it in the moment and I don’t care. That is the complete opposite of who I normally am as a person. The person I am pushing away the most is my boyfriend, who is so lovely and wonderful and probably so very, very confused. I just don’t know how to articulate how I feel (which is also very unlike me). My anxiety is so bad right now I just want to be left alone and I know if I continue to act like this, I am literally going to be left and alone.
I think I love my boyfriend too much. I have never felt like this before. I am like a teenager who has a major crush. Sometimes I just find myself just staring at him and I always want to touch him. It is sweet, but it also makes me uncomfortable. It makes me feel vulnerable and it is hard to think about how much it would hurt to lose him.
When I was in college, I dated a guy for a couple of years. He treated me really well, but his family was also very supportive of me during a time when my own family was incredibly dysfunctional. When he ended our relationship, I was completely heartbroken. He made a fleeting comment that has stuck with me, even 20 years later. He said something about me putting him on too much of a pedestal and how it put so much pressure on him. He was a great boyfriend, especially considering our ages at the time, but I think I allowed myself to depend on him too much. I became needy, which is never a very attractive quality to have.
I am very independent. Before meeting my current boyfriend, I was fine being single. I have never really been someone who needed to be in a relationship. In fact, after my divorce and after my other long term relationship ended, I wanted that time to myself, to focus on myself.
I think part of the issue is that I really just think my boyfriend is amazing. He is the sweetest, kindest, hardest working, most responsible man I have ever been with. It’s a good problem to have. But…it still feels like a problem. I am always waiting for the other shoe to drop. It is like I need to pinch myself that this is real- that this is really the relationship I am in. I dealt with so much drama and pain in the past and it is still hard to believe that a relationship can be so healthy and good and easy and drama-free. We have only gotten into a couple of disagreements and neither manifested into a fights. That is very foreign to me, as my previous relationships were full of conflict and arguments.
I have written before about my lack of self-worth. Obviously, I think that plays a role in this. There is a part of me that truly feels like I do not deserve someone as good as him. It is just crazy that I look at this man and feel what I feel. It isn’t just attraction. It isn’t the “newness” of it- we have been together for almost two years. I don’t know how else to explain it besides I just feel like I love him too much.
I read an article about the “dangers” of loving someone too much and I feel like I am pretty introspective (20+ years of therapy will do that!) and am honest with myself. I tried to see myself and our relationship in the examples, but none of it fit. I have good boundaries with him, am still very independent, and have a full social life outside of our relationship. Hs is with his children several days/nights a week and I keep very busy. I can see his flaws (look, even though he is wonderful, he still makes mistakes) and I don’t think he takes me for granted (this has been a problem I encountered in other relationships). I think the only one that stood out to me was that he might end up feeling smothered. Like I am going to be like that cartoon girl who picks up the cats and hugs them too hard and they hate her. I don’t want him to feel pressure that he is responsible for my happiness and well-being because he is not. I say I can’t imagine how I would survive losing him, but the realistic part of me knows that I would because I have gotten through very difficult times and lived to tell about it.
I think it is the vulnerability that scares me the most. Loving him makes me feel weak and out of control. My anxiety does not enjoy that feeling. The LAST thing I want or need is to be in another codependent relationship. I probably need to just stop analyzing things so much and actually just allow myself to he happy and enjoy being in such a great relationship.
Living through a pandemic was obviously challenging in many different ways, but there were also some things that having to quarantine for a year and a half made easier…for one, my agoraphobia. It was definitely a nice break from having to constantly worry about going places because there was, quite literally, nowhere to go. Reflecting back on it now, I can definitely see how this caused some major setbacks for me. My “comfort area” has drastically narrowed and I have not had to push myself to leave it for a long time. Before COVID, I was okay with driving about two hours from home in most directions, but now I am probably hovering around an hour. I know that now that things are opening back up, I have to start pushing myself to go places, but it is just so hard. It. Is. So. Hard.
This past weekend, my boyfriend and I were discussing going to his mother’s beach house about an hour and a half away. Naturally all of the logistics pushed their way into my head- “it is the first weekend of the summer”, “everyone and their mother is going to be there”, “it will be SO crowded”, “the traffic is going to be a nightmare”. This is the doozy for me every time, the nail in the coffin…the traffic that I will have no control over. And then all the what-ifs start piling on….”what if I get sick?”, “what if I have to go to the bathroom?”, “what if there is an accident and the road is closed?”, “what if I have to go to the hospital?” (mind you, in my 42 years of life, I have gone to the hospital exactly one time for bronchitis).
Years ago, my therapist asked me what the worst part of thinking about flying was for me. Easy…”I can’t get off the plane if I want or need to”. She replied, “WHY would you NEED to get off the plane?” I still have never really had a good answer to that question.
The problem with anxiety and agoraphobia is that I can sit here and have a perfectly logical conversation about it. I am intelligent and well-educated. I have read articles, editorials, self-help books, etc. about these disorders. I can even be my own devil’s advocate (well, really, why WOULD you need to get off?). But, the problem is that once you start feeling those feelings, all logic goes out the window. I can’t control the wave of panic or the sensation that I can’t breathe or my body feeling on fire or any of the other multiple physical reactions that come along with these thoughts. I know it is all about lack of control. I know that. But when it is happening, it is really hard to remember that I don’t need to be in control.
I started dating my boyfriend a few months before quarantining began. It has been a blessing and a curse. It is a blessing because we had so much time alone together to be a couple, to learn about each other, to enjoy each other’s company. Also, we work together and he is my boss, so although it is something that was disclosed to HR, it caused a lot of gossip. It was nice to be able to take a step back from that. Now that things are “normal”, he and I are old news and no one really cares
It has been a curse because he wasn’t exposed to this side of me. Obviously, I told him I have these problems from the beginning. I would never hide that from anyone. But it has been very easy for him to say that it is no big deal, he can handle it, it wouldn’t change anything about how he feels, etc. I believe him that he believes himself when he says these things, but I also know that dealing with this can get old quickly. It is easy to say it is not a big deal until the time he wants me to go somewhere and I can’t do it.
And therein lies the other problem. My boyfriend is the most amazing, patient, understanding, caring man I have ever been with. I am so lucky to be with him. Even through the death of my ex-boyfriend and my grieving process, he has been unwavering in his support. Okay, that is not the problem. The problem is that I feel like I don’t deserve him. It isn’t like I have super low self-esteem, it is more like I feel like I am not worthy of him. He is so normal and I feel like I am so…flawed. He had a pretty normal upbringing and I had an extremely dysfunctional family and an abusive alcoholic father. In some ways, being with my ex was easier because he was more messed up than I was. That sounds mean in light of his recent passing, but it is true. I took care of him, I had my shit together, and even though I had these issues, his issues with addiction and depression dominated our relationship. Now, I feel insecure that when my new boyfriend sees the REAL me, he is going to end things or not love me anymore. I have never really felt like this before (not liking it). I have shared a little bit of this with him and he is so reassuring and sweet and always asks me, “why do you think that?”
I hated 2019. Like DESPISED it. In March, my boyfriend of nine years went through alcohol withdrawal and was put in a medically induced coma on a breathing tube and ventilator. It lasted 17 extremely long days. His 28 day hospital stay resulted in his (sort-of) recovery, but the end of our relationship. I was with him the whole time and I feel like I will never get over the trauma of seeing the man I love in that condition. However, I was finally starting to feel a little better this month…I got through Thanksgiving and could see the end of the year finally approaching…a fresh, new start.
And then my father was put into a medically induced coma on a breathing tube and ventilator last Thursday. What. The. Actual. Hell? How do two people that I am very close with, the two men in my life, BOTH end up in comas within the same year??? Thankfully, my dad was removed from the sedation and the breathing tube was removed last night and he seems do be doing ok. Yesterday was touch and go and in the morning, his condition was bad enough for a palliative nurse to speak to us about a DNR order and “quality of life” concerns.
I just can’t believe it. I feel like I keep saying that over and over. How did this happen to TWO people? In ONE year? Six more hours until this horrible, traumatic, heartbreaking, life-changing year is over and I can’t wait.
I have so many different things to write about, I do not know where to begin. One of the topics, I am not ready to delve into, so for now I will stick to the one I know best: dealing with alcoholics. So, here is a special holiday edition of Thanksgiving updates on the three drunks in my life, who coincidentally ALL drink vodka…
The ex-boyfriend. Thanksgiving was not as bad as I thought it would be. I had one 45 minute breakdown. I know it is not healthy, but I would occasionally “unblock” my ex-boyfriend’s Instagram page to see if he was okay. It felt like the only last tiny connection I had to him. When I went to check it on Thanksgiving, I realize that he made his page private. I was already upset because this was always ‘our” holiday and it was the first one without him, but I felt like him doing that was unexpected. Maybe he knew I was checking on him. Maybe he met someone. Maybe he wants privacy. I feel so far away from him now. In nine years, this is the longest I have gone without seeing or speaking to him. But, I suppose that is what happens in a break up. And I have to remind myself that I was the one who said I could not be in contact with him anymore. I don’t know how to ever stop worrying if he is alright, but I know there is nothing I can do if he is not.
The father. My dad was good on Thanksgiving, very well-behaved. I actually took a selfie with him and at one point leaned up against him on the couch. We took family pictures. It was nice. Friday, he was terrible…leaving mean voicemails and sending shitty text messages. Saturday, my sister and I had already agreed to go to my parent’s house to help them with some things and he was totally fine again. It is was like a sober-drunk-sober sandwich over the course of three days. He is truly a Jekyll and Hyde.
The friend’s boyfriend. My good friend, practically my sister, is in a terrible and abusive relationship with an alcoholic. She is 18 weeks pregnant and he just got his third DWI over the previous weekend. I felt so badly for her- they were supposed to do the gender reveal for the baby on Thanksgiving. But, I also do not understand why she stays with him. I try not to think about it too much, because after 30+ years, I still do not understand why my mother has never left my dad. Today, my friend’s boyfriend put his hands around her neck and pushed her against a wall. He threatened her and then pushed her outside into the snow, refusing to let her back in. My sister (her best friend) called her brother and he ran over to the apartment. My friend’s boyfriend then assaulted him, was arrested and the brother is pressing charges, although my friend still will not. I realized while all of this was going on, I was feeling such anxiety. It is hard for me to be a good friend to her and support her while separating my own experiences and it brings back a lot of my own traumatic memories. She is safe now and that is all that matters in the moment.
I am so thankful that I do not live with an alcoholic anymore. My house is so calm and peaceful. I feel such a sense of independence and freedom. However, I also know that had my ex not gotten so sick and also cheated, I may not have ever left him. That is a hard pill to swallow. So, it makes me less judgmental of other women going through this. I got an “out” and I took it and for that, I am so grateful. I may not have shown strength throughout the bad parts of our relationship and I know I should have ended things with him years ago, but at least I put myself first when I got the chance.
Holidays can be so stressful and sad and sentimental. I am trying to be positive, but I also know I need to allow myself to experience my emotions. I have been through so much and I do not feel healed, but I know that I am in a much better place than I was a year ago, so if there is any silver lining, it is that. But I am really tired of alcoholics…
I had my first “date” since breaking up with my exboyfriend. It felt too soon, but I had to remind myself that the romantic part of the relationship with my ex ended far earlier than our break up. I had not been intimate with anyone (including him) in well over a year.
It was a guy I knew from high school, but not very well- more like we had mutual friends. We both agreed we did not want a relationship, rather just a “friends with benefits” situation. I am not sure why I thought that was a good idea for me because I overthink EVERYTHING. But, I also knew this guy is not the one for me and I just wanted to put myself out there in an effort to move on from my ex, so I figured I had nothing to lose.
I was very nervous but everything went well and I enjoyed his company. I was surprised when he continued to call and text me every day- I was not really expecting that kind of communication, but it was really nice. We made a second date, which he canceled on the same day and then another second date, which he also canceled (one hour before). Both times he canceled he blamed work (which I believe because he has a demanding job), but he never attempted to choose a different day. It has been two weeks now and I feel like if he REALLY wanted to see me, he could have carved out some time. It’s like that movie, “He’s Just Not That Into You”…if a guy wants you, he will find a way. So, I did what I always do and started asking everyone’s opinion on what I should do- my guy friends, my girl friends and my sister and took their advice (which really ended up not being what I probably would have done) and maturely told him it wasn’t working out. He was snarky back and said he “gets it, I don’t trust men” and told me he doesn’t “do complicated”.
I think calling me “complicated” was presumptuous on his part. I mean, let’s be honest, I definitely AM complicated, but I did nothing during the time talking with him for him to be able to fairly make that assessment about me. I didn’t call or text him and I was totally okay with the first cancellation. I know I didn’t do anything “wrong”, but yet I feel like I messed up.
My sister asked me why I feel the need to ask SO many people their advice and opinions on what I should do and without even thinking I responded, “because I don’t trust myself.” My answer caught me off guard, but I realize that it’s true. I feel like I have made so many bad choices and ignored a lot of red flags in the past and now I am not comfortable trusting myself to make decisions . She also asked why I was settling for this guy. Not that he is a bad person or anything, but he does not have the qualities that I want in a partner. Again, without thinking, I blurted out, “because I have low self-worth”, which I also realized is very true.
I was enjoying talking to someone new because it felt good and I liked the attention and it was a good distraction from everything that happened with my ex. But then, I just started obsessing and worrying and analyzing and questioning everything about this guy. I think I just need more time. And I know that I need to focus on myself more and deal with some unresolved issues.
I don’t know why I think I do not deserve to be happy or to have a wonderful person in my life. I sadly wonder who would really want to be with me? I think my exboyfriend accepted me and the problems I have because he also suffered from mental illness and he was so sick himself. I feel so flawed and damaged and…complicated.
After I got divorced, the only communication I ever had with my exhusband was one email he sent a few days after we went to court. In it, he wrote, “I’m sorry I couldn’t fix you.” To this day, I think it is the meanest thing anyone has ever said to me. However, if I really take all of the emotion out of what happened between us, I can kind of understand what he meant (granted it has been ten years since we got divorced, so it is easier to look at things more objectively now). I had a really bad anxiety disorder, bordering on agoraphobia, and I now I think he did not know how to help me. He took an entirely “tough love” approach, which was the opposite of what I really needed. In his mind, he felt like he tried everything to help me (not true AT ALL), but I think he honestly believed that. Perhaps what he was trying to say is that he was sorry that he was not able to HELP me (or I am giving him too much credit and he really was just that much of a dick).
In my current situation with my exboyfriend, I can sort of relate a little more to the notion of wanting to fix someone. I can honestly say, and I truly believe most people would agree with me, that I tried everything to help him. I learned the hard way that you cannot help someone who does not want to be helped and you get very hurt loving someone who does not love themself. I was still speaking to him until he made the final decision to not go to an inpatient rehab. It was solely his decision, but I strongly disagreed with him. I told him that he made his choice and that I had to make the choice that was best for me, which was entirely cutting off all communication, for good this time. I just knew I could not support him anymore if he wasn’t 100% committed to getting help, I couldn’t just stand by and watch him slowly kill himself, and that I was greatly hindering my own well-being by keeping an olive branch constantly extended to him. He also told me that I was a “trigger” for his drinking, which might be true, but I was not comfortable with feeling like he was using me as an excuse to drink. Tomorrow will be one full week that I have not spoken or responded to him. He has tried to reach out a few times, but I literally just ignore him and have him blocked on social media.
It is really hard. The part of me that loves him and has always taken care of him wants to talk to him. I miss the good parts of our relationship, I miss him. I don’t miss his drinking or walking on eggshells in my own house. In some ways, it is a relief to not speak with him, because it lessens the responsibility that I feel for him (I know I shouldn’t feel ANY responsibility for him, but I just do…he’s completely alone). He insists in his voicemails and when he occasionally texts with my sister that he is staying sober and attending AA meetings. I just don’t believe anything he says. My sister and he were very close and she basically told him she could only support him and text with him if he is sober.
Today on her way home from work, my sister saw him walking into a liquor store. She waited a few minutes and then went in. She stood silently behind him as he paid for his vodka and when he turned around, she asked him if he wanted to talk. They sat on a bench for a half hour together. My sister is such a caring person and she has been very worried about him dying (they were very close, he is the godfather to her two year old daughter). She told me most of their conversation and it just made me really sad. I feel like I can’t get MORE sad, but I somehow do. He told her how lonely he is, but she caught him in several lies about his drinking. He told her that he misses me and drives by my house several times a day. He told her that he knows how badly he hurt me, especially over the past two years and the recent events in the past six months.
I doubt that. One of the last things I said to him before I cut him off was that when he felt the urge to drink he should look at the photos of himself in the hospital when he was in the coma. I figured seeing himself so close to death, on life support with a breathing tube, with his arms restrained and tied down to the bed, would deter him from drinking. He responded that the photos didn’t really affect him, that he couldn’t remember any of it and that when he sees himself like that, he feels disconnected and it doesn’t seem like it is really him. Meanwhile, I look at the photos and feel like I am going to vomit. The memories instantly come flooding back: the image of the giant green succulent mural painted above his bed, the bitter smell of the hospital disinfectant, the swishing sound every time I moved in the mandatory plastic gown, the endless beeping of all the machines hooked up to his body, constantly glancing at his blood pressure numbers and temperature on the monitor. I will NEVER forget a second of those 28 days.
I feel so much loss and pain. It seems so deep inside of me and so permanent. I am forever changed. I can’t help or “fix” him. I used to believe if I cared about him enough, he would start to care about himself. I used to believe all of his good qualities outweighed the bad.
So much has happened, it almost seems like a blur…I almost need a calendar or timeline to remember what happened when.
February 28- my boyfriend was fired and started drinking more heavily
March 15- he was admitted to the ER and then transferred to ICU and put into a medically induced coma with a breathing tube and ventilator (on life support) due to withdrawal from alcohol…that same night, I discovered he had been cheating on me
March 16- I moved his belongings out of my house into a storage unit, so he had no alternative besides going to rehab…from this day on I stayed at the hospital every single day (taking FMLA at work)
April 12- he was discharged from the hospital after 28 days (17 of them in the coma) while he was there, he contracted pneumonia and c.Diff and his kidneys were almost shut down
April 13- he left to go south with his parents, rather than rehab
April 25- he returned and rented an apartment a mile and a half from my house and the first night back, our dog died
May 2- I rushed him back to the ER, where he was diagnosed with c.Diff again and was admitted to the hospital for 20 days
June 18- we got into an argument via text and I told him to not contact me anymore
June 27- I found out that he had relapsed badly and was sent to a rehab in CA on June 21…no one told me
July 2- he called me from the rehab center and explained that he had spent the first week at a detox center…he gave me the name and address so I could send him cards…that night I googled the rehab and found out it was a horrible place, with no medical doctors or therapist, and immediately emailed my concerns to his family…his sister wrote me back that I was crazy and to leave their family alone
July 3- his father called me at night to say they were “getting him out of that place”…that he had called and told his parents all of the information I had corroborated in my email
July 4- he returned to his parents house
July 17- he came back to his apartment…I had previously told him that if he did not have a solid sobriety plan, then I was not going to be able to offer my support and that I needed space. He landed at 4 pm and within an hour and a half, a neighbor called to say she saw him driving back and forth on the main road by my house
I have had SUCH a hard time disconnecting from him. I have not been able to completely let go. Him not getting real help for his alcoholism and relapsing so quickly makes it easier for me to not talk to him. I also have had more of a chance to express to him my anger about his communication with the other woman, which I am still rightfully mad about. My sister and friends were REALLY concerned about him “stalking” me, whereas I think it is harmless and he was feeling nostalgic. We haven’t spoken at all since he came home. My best friend’s sister’s best friend was just murdered by her husband and so she was very upset about him being around my house.
I just feel like nothing has changed. It is a repeat of before…hospital/detox, go to his parents’ house for two weeks and return with no plan. He has no dog, no best friend (he moved to another state), no me, no job, no other friends. What is going to stop him from drinking again??? I know I cannot control him, but it is really hard to detach and not worry. I want to get to a place where I can care about him, but not have it affect my everyday life. My cousin has struggled with sobriety her whole life and I spoke with her and she made me understand more…she said that NOTHING stopped her from doing drugs- not losing her job or her kids or her money or her marriage. I truly think I understand now that I cannot save him. My loving him and supporting him is enabling him and doing more harm than good for both of us. I took a major step today and defriended him on Facebook, which seems petty, but it was still a way to stay connected. I am getting the courage to also delete him off of Instagram. I know I need a clean break, but this whole thing has been so messy and damaging and emotional and heartbreaking.
I think I need to find a way to start forgiving him. Not even for him, but for myself.