Families & Friends Of Addicts Support Group
Addiction affects more than just the individual. This community is dedicated to the families and friends of individuals suffering from any form of addiction. Mental health professionals are increasingly considering alcoholism and addiction as diseases that flourish in and are enabled by family systems. Family members react to the addicted person with particular behavioral...
The worst part of loving an ADDICT is the REALITIES big and small. They come at us fast and furious. They hit with force and frequentcy.
I am a certifiable CODA master. I have my very own suite of armor, a huge broad sword, shield, horse and lance, the whole nine yards. I like being a Chivalrous Knight. The earth trembles and DRAGONS wet themselves when I approach. I fear not the "Valley of the Shadow of Death", because "I am the toughest one there". I slay Dragons, and I'm good at it.
REALITY is that I am a frightened little man, standing nearly defenceless and naked, against a tiny little woman's addiction. Stripped of my confidence and pride. Defeated and battered by the one I love and have been fighting for. I had NEVER lost a battle like this before. I really hate reality alot.
BUT, the strangest thing happened. When the REALITY of defeat left me lieing on the ground, She took up the very armor that she had beaten off of me. She grasped the sword and shield, mounted my horse and drove the lance into the beast. She is taking blow after blow and she keeps fighting. She even takes a break and nurses my wounds and allows me to watch and help a little when she is tired. My pride is returning, not in myself but in her.
Every day her Dragon gets a bit weaker, But, REALITY is that it will never die and will attach her the rest of her life. It's her fight, I can only support and cheer and love.
It's a little hard to take, that she is not only fighting on her own, but she is also defending me from her beast by doing so. Oh wait, I have found another magic suit. IT DOESN'T FIT. I must change myself to make the magic work. I've gotta shed all this discusting CODA fat to get in it. If I can, I'll be a lean, clean, loving machine, super hero. Think I'm gonna give this a try, this suite even looks more comfortable than my old CODA armor.
One day at a time. Accepting the things I cannot change, and learning to change the things I can. (Mostly me)
Maybe REALITY isn't so bad.
GOD, help us, We love them so much.
(51 days clean)
I am a certifiable CODA master. I have my very own suite of armor, a huge broad sword, shield, horse and lance, the whole nine yards. I like being a Chivalrous Knight. The earth trembles and DRAGONS wet themselves when I approach. I fear not the "Valley of the Shadow of Death", because "I am the toughest one there". I slay Dragons, and I'm good at it.
REALITY is that I am a frightened little man, standing nearly defenceless and naked, against a tiny little woman's addiction. Stripped of my confidence and pride. Defeated and battered by the one I love and have been fighting for. I had NEVER lost a battle like this before. I really hate reality alot.
BUT, the strangest thing happened. When the REALITY of defeat left me lieing on the ground, She took up the very armor that she had beaten off of me. She grasped the sword and shield, mounted my horse and drove the lance into the beast. She is taking blow after blow and she keeps fighting. She even takes a break and nurses my wounds and allows me to watch and help a little when she is tired. My pride is returning, not in myself but in her.
Every day her Dragon gets a bit weaker, But, REALITY is that it will never die and will attach her the rest of her life. It's her fight, I can only support and cheer and love.
It's a little hard to take, that she is not only fighting on her own, but she is also defending me from her beast by doing so. Oh wait, I have found another magic suit. IT DOESN'T FIT. I must change myself to make the magic work. I've gotta shed all this discusting CODA fat to get in it. If I can, I'll be a lean, clean, loving machine, super hero. Think I'm gonna give this a try, this suite even looks more comfortable than my old CODA armor.
One day at a time. Accepting the things I cannot change, and learning to change the things I can. (Mostly me)
Maybe REALITY isn't so bad.
GOD, help us, We love them so much.
(51 days clean)
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theatre and I are there already. I'm having a very berry tea with crackers, cheese and cherry tomatoes and she's having a joint with some beer and we're both on really comfy recliners on thick pile carpet. we need some help with the decor if anyone is around??
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I'm trying to exercise daily. I was doing fairly well until I sprained my ankle 2 weeks ago but now I'm getting back on the horse. Today I walked over a mile with my arm weights that are about 22lbs total. I was out of shape and it was hard on my arms. I also did my 30 situps. I'm also going to drink a lot of water and try to eat healthy. I do tend to have a sweet tooth but I'm cutting...
My husband is 37 days sober (hooray for him) and we haven't reached 'our 2nd chapter' yet but I'm willing to work everyday to find myself in a similar strange place.
I look forwad to sharing this with my husband.
Thank you, thank you, thank you!