Hang on. I Got a little more to get off my chest before I lay me down to sleep.
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(And thanks, in advance, for letting me rant.
You know, it chaps my hide that she interprets my addiction as the single most defining aspect of my life.
I mean, if that's it, just that, why not pull up the PTSD and simply demand I get over that too ?
Or the lifelong anxiety and Agorophobia ?
Or my codependency towards my mother (aka unconditional love).
Or the fact that I'm one hell of a mother raising a child that has been offered full rides to 5 colleges.
Or that I gainfully employ 12 people.
Or that I'm walking with my husband through his own failures.
Or holding my best friends hand through her cancer.
Those aspects are just as much a part of me as this GD addiction is.
I am more than this alcoholism. Far more.
Shame on her for shoving me in that box, labeling it "Addict", and shelving it.
Screw that. This is absolutely ridiculous. She's the failure because she gave up.
I'm still fighting.