24 Hour Recovery Connections Part 386
I am beginning to trust that I have a future. I seriously doubted it for a while there. I can lift my eyes up a little from the serious business of staying sober and have a look around at "things I could do".
First, I'm going to look up empath. My mother used to say (shout) "You need to toughen up" and make my cry even more.
Weev in for 24 more at 7:00pm exactly sending love and more love to our thread.
I had quite a wonderful experience this morning I just wanted to share with you all. Wonderful tinged with sadness. I know I'm odd but humour me.....
For the first time in many years I actually had a warm loving conversation with a real life person. A person who loves me more than I ever really knew. I talked about my alcoholism, you guys, life and just about everything. We shared things and it was wonderful. It was with my ex mother-in-law. She is such a lovely person and I am truly grateful to have her in my life. When I spoke about recent events and how low I've been she just cried and said "I want you to know I'd be there like a shot if you called me. Please call me next time you are struggling".
This is my ex husbands mother!
I was within a whisker of losing my daughters to his family. So close it sickens me to remember those bad days. Yet this person who has no obligation to befriend me at all loves me as if I were her own. The sadness comes as I could no way speak to my own mother like that. No way.
Isn't life a strange old thing sometimes?
For the first time in many years I actually had a warm loving conversation with a real life person. A person who loves me more than I ever really knew. I talked about my alcoholism, you guys, life and just about everything. We shared things and it was wonderful. It was with my ex mother-in-law. She is such a lovely person and I am truly grateful to have her in my life. When I spoke about recent events and how low I've been she just cried and said "I want you to know I'd be there like a shot if you called me. Please call me next time you are struggling".
This is my ex husbands mother!
I was within a whisker of losing my daughters to his family. So close it sickens me to remember those bad days. Yet this person who has no obligation to befriend me at all loves me as if I were her own. The sadness comes as I could no way speak to my own mother like that. No way.
Isn't life a strange old thing sometimes?
I had quite a wonderful experience this morning I just wanted to share with you all. Wonderful tinged with sadness. I know I'm odd but humour me.....
For the first time in many years I actually had a warm loving conversation with a real life person. A person who loves me more than I ever really knew. I talked about my alcoholism, you guys, life and just about everything. We shared things and it was wonderful. It was with my ex mother-in-law. She is such a lovely person and I am truly grateful to have her in my life. When I spoke about recent events and how low I've been she just cried and said "I want you to know I'd be there like a shot if you called me. Please call me next time you are struggling".
This is my ex husbands mother!
I was within a whisker of losing my daughters to his family. So close it sickens me to remember those bad days. Yet this person who has no obligation to befriend me at all loves me as if I were her own. The sadness comes as I could no way speak to my own mother like that. No way.
Isn't life a strange old thing sometimes?
For the first time in many years I actually had a warm loving conversation with a real life person. A person who loves me more than I ever really knew. I talked about my alcoholism, you guys, life and just about everything. We shared things and it was wonderful. It was with my ex mother-in-law. She is such a lovely person and I am truly grateful to have her in my life. When I spoke about recent events and how low I've been she just cried and said "I want you to know I'd be there like a shot if you called me. Please call me next time you are struggling".
This is my ex husbands mother!
I was within a whisker of losing my daughters to his family. So close it sickens me to remember those bad days. Yet this person who has no obligation to befriend me at all loves me as if I were her own. The sadness comes as I could no way speak to my own mother like that. No way.
Isn't life a strange old thing sometimes?
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