I don’t like me.
No, I really don’t.
I don’t like who I have become, how my life is going or the way I am living this life.
I don’t like me as a mother, as a pet owner, as a woman, as a liver-of-life.
I have no energy, no passion, no enthusiasm for this limit-one-ticket-per-customer ride around the sun.
And probably what I don’t like most of all about me is that I don’t like me.
Is it my alcoholic husband’s fault? The fault of living in an alcoholic marriage?
Well, frankly yes.
Yes, who I have become is a direct result of living with an alcoholic for nearly 20 years.
There is the saying, “hating someone is like drinking poison and expecting them to suffer.”
Well, living with a compulsive drinker IS someone drinking poison but you suffer.
Who would I be if I were in a relationship where we grew together, challenged one another, supported our dreams – both individual and joint dreams?
It’s not nothing this burden we bear of living with an alcoholic.
You can’t “ignore” it.
You can’t live around it.
You can’t just go about your life as if you were in a healthy, normal, supportive marriage.
Of course the only one who can take responsibility for my life, for all I don’t like about my life and myself is me.
I was reading the book “Miracle Morning” by Hal Elrod. He was hit by a drunk driver when he was in his early twenties. DIED AT THE SCENE. Resuscitated (obviously) and had months and months of physical therapy.
Was it the driver’s fault?
Of course it was!
But who’s responsibility was it to recover?
Who had to endure and struggle and fight to get his life back?
Obviously he himself.
I know who I feel I have become is a result of this marriage.
But I also know if I want to become anyone different, if I want my life to be anything different, I am the only one who can make that happen.