Monthly Archives: September 2014

Let’s see if this one takes :)

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My last two posts are swirling in cyberspace somewhere. I like to think thet got swallowed up by a yet undiscovered black hole:) it’s more fun that way…

anyWho, where do I start?  At the here and now as always.  Without airing too much dirty laundry, I am in a hotel for two night’s until I can find another place to live.  I would like to say this is a result of ceaseless praying on my part which it is but hubs voted me off the island. Which is what needed to be done but I didn’t have the strength to do it. I love my daughters so much and would have stayed and tolerated anything to be with them every day.  Things are going to be different now but I’m trusting God to work out everything for His good. Even when I’m scared I know he’s right here with me.  This too shall pass.  And at the very least, giving my daughters a 50% chance of normal happiness is worth it.

And I realize to that God’s way is always better than my own way. I believe He prepared me by helping me achieve sobriety beginning in May.  It’s an amazing feeling to deal with problems without any kind of unhealthy vice.

At this point I’m not sure what the future holds.  But I know it’s full of good stuff because God is there and that is exactly what we need when we need it.

As I left yesterday, with the required sheriff’s deputies to assist me, (sigh), I grabbed the Anatomy of Peace (seems odd now, wouldntchasay?) and my Daily Reflections from AA…  I’m not keeping secrets anymore. I want to be well emotionally.  I have to chuckle a little bit as I remember the female deputy’s question, “Has he been drinking?” Almost assured that there had to be alcohol on board.  I answered her, “Oh, no, not at all.”  Now I think, ‘no alcohol; this is how we are! Saturday morning terror!’ Smirk. Sheesh.  As my sweet mom would say, ‘better to laugh than cry.’ She also used to say, ‘better to be pissed off than to be pissed on.’

lol.

so happy I went to Mass yesterday afternoon. Peace, y’all.

Peace…it’s what I want.

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I.am.exhausted. I almost made it to bed without the drama that invariably sneak attacks me. Attacks my peace. Alas, it was no meant to be. Yuck. Nothing major. On the marital Richter scale, this outburst would be at about 6.5 with a couple of aftershocks. I’m not going to silently seethe anymore. I finally said, “I don’t have to listen to this anymore…so I’m not!” Wow. And no drink to be had. Because I am an alcoholic. Dammit. As my son says, “Everywhere you go, there you are.” It’s okay. This, too, shall pass…my son says that gem, too. I love that. One day at a time…peace. And Happy Birthday to the Blessed Mother…

Dang, I went to the wrong meeting…

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Well I made it. I’m in Los Angeles visiting my son for a few days. I’m listening to my body as hard as it is and this is my third day of not running although I am doing other physical activities. I realize how true it is after reading the four agreements that we have a certain amount of emotional and physical energy allotted to us each day and I’ve been burning mine up pretty quickly! And I’m even using my microphone to dictate this blog post LOL on my iPhone. “Here’s a random quote: codependents are some of the best people you will ever meet! they are so thoughtful”. Wow. Just thought I’d throw that out there. I will give my husband credit for that quote. AnyWho ellipses LOL OL

Okay so last night I went to a huge AA meeting! It was truly one of the best experiences of my life. I sat next to my son and was in awe of the people around me. I definitely connected with the speakers and what they shared. I was reminded of some things in my very early childhood that I had pretty much forgotten about… For instance my dad died when I was eight and before he got sick I remember him regularly pouring for me little portions of his beer into a small glass for me. And on the evenings he had a martini sometimes he would give me the gin soaked olives. I absolutely loved it. When I think back on those memories I don’t feel anything bad toward my dad; I just see him being the person he knew to be. He had beautiful beautiful traits as my dad too. I guess it’s the codependent in me but I feel like I should say that he’s the person who first introduced me to the love of Jesus. I will never forget that. Couple of years ago I found a beautiful large antique crucifix in an antique store and we bought it and put it in our bedroom because it reminded me of the crucifix that hung in my parents room. AnyWho as far as going into the wrong meeting goes, I’ve been going to Al-Anon meetings since May 6. I love those meetings they are so helpful and teach me so much that I need to know. But something about that meeting last night really resounded with me. I think I want to pursue aa meetings as well as Al-Anon meetings and see how that goes.

Being with my son and seeing the beautiful young man he has become is so inspiring to me. He has absolutely no judgment in him; it’s amazing. I have always loved and treasured our conversations; but now, they are even more special to me.

I’m not sure what the future holds, it’s not mine to worry about. I am going to make today great…

Peace!!!

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Oh yeah, my first drunk – thanksgiving when I was around 6 or 7…my siblings poured their wine 😳 into my glass because they didn’t like theirs…but I sure did! And then I couldn’t help but think I was totally rocking the red solo cup decades before it became a staple at parties☺️. Irish Cartholic…wouldn’t change a thing!