It's a strange and terrible journey, whether we stay with a recovering alcoholic, or go our own way.
When I picked up the car this morning, I cried in the parking lot, thinking about things that will never happen again. Then, when I got back from my errands, his alcoholic buddy was there.
All those cliches are true. The more things change, the more they stay the same. I'm out, I've got my kids safe at last, and I'm learning to talk to myself better. He's ... getting drunk.
Please keep posting, there's a lot of shared experience here.
- Sylvie