Perhaps there are some wives, husbands, lovers, and children who really get addiction.
These fine folks get it, they understand.
Going to meetings every night? Sure, honey, I’ll take care of the kids every evening. No problem.
Forking over money for rehab? Yes.
Knowing you will relapse, many times, but that it’s part of the disease? Of course.
Lying? Sure. That’s what addicts do. Don’t you know that joke, “How do you know an addict’s lying?” “His lips are moving.”
Yes, I’ve heard that joke.
I know that addicts lie, are powerless over their drinking, may go to rehab several times, and will most likely relapse. I know this. But that doesn’t make it easier to live with.
Doesn’t make it easier for me to forgive.
And the more I learn about alcoholism, and its progressive nature, I have to ask myself: can you live with this for the rest of your life?
I don’t think I can. I love him, but I hate this addiction.
It’s lonely over here. A partnership should be full and loving. Not full of lies and problems.
When we married, I was young. Hopeful. I believed love conquered all. That our love would be enough to overcome any obstacles.
I don’t believe that anymore. I need more than love.
I need honesty, transparency, integrity, and passion.