The time has come to make a choice. My relationship or my sobriety. This is a no-brainer right?
* My mother was a drunk. She left me at age 9. For keeps.
* My father - a functioning emotional unavailable alcoholic. He convinced me something is wrong with me.
* My ex - a severe alcoholic who was/is bipolar amongst other things - he validated me but like my other main attachments could never love me due to his addictions/isms. I was with him for 10 years and have cursed myself in the 10 years that followed for doing that for son long.
Before my ex and since the divorce, I've mainly chosen and favored addled or emotionally unavailable men. I've done this intentionally, although I didn't always understand why. I've always kept a part of myself closed off so rejection/abandonment would not hurt as bad. I always fooled myself into believing that I preferred things this way.
Fast forward to the Current relationship. In many ways it's been healthier than the others. On MY part, I've seen tremendous growth and ability for intimacy I did not have before. I did things the "right way" moving slowly, being friends first etc. On the part of my boyfriend however, he is making it impossible to stay involved with him. If I stay in this relationship, I'm going to drink or use. I know this as sure as I know my own reflection now. I was 98% of the way to a relapse Friday night. My choices are my responsibility, but the level of frustration and anxiety I feel when trying to interact with the bf when he's drinking is not a good thing for me. I'm not going to sign up for this crazy wild ride again. I cannot. I will drink.
I purposely do not interact with my father after 7 pm for this very reason. It's pointless for one thing because he is not rational and he will not remember the interaction in either case. I'm not going to live a life where I cannot interact with my boyfriend after 7 pm either. Granted, he does not drink when he is with me, which is half the nights of the week, but more and more when he is NOT with me, he is drinking/drunk/obnoxious and I don't care to experience that.
I told him on Friday that I was in a shaky place and wanting to drink. His response was to tell me that HE was drinking and fighting fire with fire. Then he sent me a dozen Irish Drinking songs as what I believe he thougth was a joke (we send eachother music over skype all the time). I did not find it funny. Tonight, I told him I was going to a meeting - (on skype again). I set my status message to away and went. I came back to find a dozen or so messages - some asking where I went, some accusing me of changing the status to talk to somebody else and some boasting about him having his weed connection back. Then there are like a dozen texts asking where I am and stuff like that when he knew I was going to a meeting. sigh. Assclownery. Was *I* like that when I was drinking? damn.
Drinking and drugs are not a part of my life anymore. I want the man I choose to love to be a part of my life. Unfortunately, the two are mutually exclusive.
When you love somebody, you want what is the best thing for that person. He does not want what is best for me. He's yet another individual I've chosen who cannot love me. That is a bitter pill to swallow. I'm damn pissed off at myself.
If I continue the way I'm going, I'll end up drunk. Y'all I'm not kidding, I had my shoes on, the keys in my ahnd and was on the way to the liquor store. I also had a hell on wheels "screw it all" attitude and was ready to prove something to God knows who/what. Out of frustration over yet another damned drunk in my life.
I hate alcohol. ******g devil, life stealer, love stealer, soul stealer. I hate what it's done to my loved ones and to me. I hate that I feel I'll be as insane as a tick in a fire my entire life because of this.
I can't do this. I surrender.
I'm an alcoholic named Michelle. I am powerless over alcohol and my life is unmanagable. I believe that only a power greater than myself can relieve me of my insanity.
Now - that power needs to give me the balls to operate on logic and sense instead of fear, neurosis and emotion.
Did I mention I'm pissed off?
wah,
Michelle