I Need a Break
And the anguish never ends. Al called me last night. He
never calls me so I knew something was wrong. The money ran out… they will be
homeless by Wednesday. They wanted to come and stay with me for two month. Apparently
funds will be available by then, something about a CD?! I don’t know its probably
all lies? I’m so weak; I would have let him come home, YES I sure would have. The
thought of him being homeless kills me, it KILLS me. Thankfully my husband is strong
and called Al to tell him no. Al is mad at us again… I’m sure in his mind we
are horrible parents. Doesn’t he know how much pain we are in? Does he know
that I’m dying inside? My body hurts, I have a headache, my eyes swollen from
crying last night. I don’t want to be here! I truly don’t know how to live this
way. I’m stumbling all over the place. I’m in a deep depression… I need a
break!
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The single most important thing I learned in al anon is never get in between an addict and their pain. Pain is what makes people change.
Hang in there.