I'm 18 months out of a marriage to a man who is addicted to prescription medication. We were married 17 years. 16 of those, I battled his addiction....and he battled me. I have only three friends, all male, because that's who I am comfortable with. No, it's not friends with fringe. They are my dearest and best friends. But I don't talk about the hell. Not deeply. Some things that I experienced I'll most likely take to my grave. I'm a listener, not the talker. But I'm so empty. So changed. After reading various group discussions, I've made the decision to attend an Al-Anon meeting tonight, something I have never even considered. Can I get some thoughts on that decision? Maybe your take on Al-Anon? I'm having some anxiety, but I'm almost convinced it's excitement.
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