You know, after back-to-back meetings this morning, it has occured to me that maybe I am so enraged because it reminds me how I could not protect the kids when he was going through those years of madness...
I have been so ashamed that I could not have taken the boys and provided them shelter from neal's storm...I was not in al-anon...and having lost a chunk of my own childhood to alcoholism, addiction and abuse, and being ashamed of that as well; well, I just thought I would always be strong enough to keep the kids safe from that kind of madness. And I couldn't.
So neal is a teacher.
However, I still may have to take a tennis racuqet to my pillow....
prayers and thanks to all...