My Mom calls it mourning the loss of the dream, because when we marry addicts - the life we think we are going to have is just a dream anyway. And when I think back to my wonderful boyfriend who I loved so much I chose to marry - I can't now say that man was real or genuine.
It leaves me grieving for something that was never real - and that is one hell of a mindf**k. I am horribly sad over a lie. I miss a facade. How nonsensical is that?
So when it really creeps up on me - the grief - I remind myself of this. I's normal to grieve, but to be real about what I am really grieving over.
Last edited by Tuffgirl; 05-21-2011 at 08:36 AM.
Reason: typos! need more coffee!