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.
And yet it seems like overnight it has been lost.
Overnight I feel no more like I can.
Is this my life?
To forever live in the hostile shadows of an alcholic husband?
I don’t want it to be.