For so long, I had hope and strength and a fire in my belly.

Some way, some how I was going to slay this dragon called alcoholism.

Specifically my husband’s alcoholism that is.

I wasn’t going to succumb to the “second hand” anger and fury that was building in me.

For so long I had that belief.

So long.

And yet it seems like overnight it has been lost.

Overnight I feel no more like I can.

Is this my life?

My destiny?

To forever live in the hostile shadows of an alcholic husband?

I don’t want it to be.