I haven't written in a bit because I was out of the country, then I got sick, and then my family went crazy. For one, I was called dysfunctional. No way, me? Well, I wasn't just called dysfunctional it was put in writing on a social network for all the world to see. It hurt my feelings. The truth is generally painful. The person involved in the name calling might want to look at themselves. You know what "they" say, "You spot it, you got it." or "You name it, you claim it."
My children haven't lived with me in over 20 years, my siblings haven't lived with me in over 40 years. The way I see it, the basic problem here is, I have changed so much in the last years I don't even look like the same person. I don't sound like her, I don't dress like her and I don't talk like her. They don't know that, they still see the old person. I have spent a lifetime in therapy, 25 years in AA and 23 years in Al-Anon. Have I "slipped" over the years? Yep. Am I perfect? Nope.
As painful as it is for me, there are things about me I can never change. I cannot change the Mommy that was not perfect but, oh my gosh, I was so much better then my role models. Other things I cannot change are, I am an alcoholic. I am an adult child of alcoholic parents. I was abused, neglected and unloved. I am the mother of a drug addict. I am bi-polar. I am short and I am getting old.
Do I get mad when I allow you to suck me in? You bet I do. I turn into the raging idiot that was living in my body before I found a program. However, my anger is not aimed at you today. It is aimed at me for allowing myself to play very hurtful games with you. Today I recover quicker. Today I have sponsors, friends, meetings and my Big Book. Today I can be swift in forgiving and more importantly, I can forgive myself. Today I know love and I am loved.