A Blip in the Radar

So today was my second day of therapy. I went into the session in good spirits, my husband has been sober for two to three weeks and we had just returned from a sober weekend visiting his family for a baptism. No stress of him needing to use, cop, or detox during the trip. No …

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You Took My Soul, But Please Leave Me My Bacon

So this Saturday morning I decided to make a delicious brunch for my husband and I. I mixed mashed bananas, fresh blueberries and vanilla yogurt into my organic pancake mix and fried up some organic nitrite and nitrate free bacon. The morning had started off rough, us fighting about him leaving to clean the car, …

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Self Love

  Loving an addict means sacrifice. It means finding resources, researching theories, setting up appointments, calling therapists, looking for rehabs, maintaining the home and finances, and paying medical bills (at least trying to). It means sacrifice often without the intended result of recovery, leading to disappointment and stress. Loving an addict means always putting my …

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Denial 

He’s been in withdrawals for two days. He has only gotten up to take a Seroquel, drink water, or pee. I ask him if he can take the dog out when I hear some signs of movement and life from the living room couch. He responds with “In a little bit, I’m still nauseous. I …

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Reinvention

So I’m hoping today will be the beginning of the end. If this weren’t real life, I would have enough cash to wake up and decide I was going to leave him today. I would pack my bags, hire movers to ship my stuff, buy a ticket and go right back to where I just …

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