I don't think normal ever ended for me because there was no normal to start with. I was raised by an alcoholic/compulsive gambler for a father and a world class codependent/enabler for a mother. I was trained way in advance for the life I would eventually lead as an adult. I did what I did because that's all I knew. Normal for me was sick, sick, sick.
About six months ago, something in me changed. I learned how my behaviors were making me miserable. I learned that I cannot find happiness in someone else. I finally realized that this is MY life, and it's the only one I get. Too bad it took me 43 years to figure it out, but at least I figured it out.
At this point, I don't really care what "normal" is or isn't because that sounds to me like some kind of opinion someone else has. I care about what makes me peaceful, happy and fulfilled. And I don't care if that's "normal" or not.
JMHO,
L