There have been many addicts in my life. Im sure this thread is going to make me cry while Im typing it, but its a cry that is worth getting out.
Ill start with my dad, because I am a straight daddys girl.
My dad-
My earliest memory of my daddy is when I was probably around 3 years old. He would come home from work and I would lay on his chest while he layed on the couch. I remember this so distinctly bc I would synchronized our breathing. For every breath he would take, I would take. Every exhale he would take I would take. It made me feel that much closer to him. My father is the best man I know without the drugs. He is funny. I can just picture his huge ear to ear grin with dimples, and crows feet around his eyes in my head as i type this. He is compassionate and giving. He would never eat until all of his children and wife were full. He was empathetic. Sometimes a little too much. When his friends from grade school werent doing well, my dad would open up our home to them and feed, shelter, and cloth them. They didnt when my dad wasnt doing well though. The worst site in the world is seeing my father cry (only saw twice when my nana passed and my mother left him) bc he was a strong guy that never showed defeat to his daughters. I love my father.
My mom- My mom had a huge codependency issue with my dad, but that never faltered her love for her daughters. Even now, with the issues i am going through with brian, she is there to guide me through and support me. After all, she has been through it. She is very quirky and sometimes weird, but arnt all parents??? Shes very persistant and wont stop until she gets what she deserves. But above all she is a strong woman.
Brian
Brian
Brian
Brian... my reason for being at this site
Brian, the love of my life. I dont know where to begin at all of his great qualities. He is caring, afterall he took me in when i had nowhere to go. Loving, he put up with alot of my bullcrap but still was there. Funny, i can just see his dimples and hear his stupid laugh. He would light up a room. Everyone would love being around him. He was the life of the party. He used to love riding dirtbikes and doing motocross. They were his love before he met me. He loves animals just like i do, and would stop and pick up a stray animal and find its home. Hes such a "mommas" boy and will do anything for his mom. Sometimes he puts his heart into things too much that he gets hurt. But that wont stop him from doing it again and again just because he qenuinely cares.
I cant write this anymore. Its too hard