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The following articles from the September 2009 issue are reprinted with permission of The Forum,
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In My Story (pp. 8-10)
I felt responsible for everyone's happiness-except mine
By Patricia D.
I grew up in a peaceful household. I took it for granted that everyone was capable of happiness. If they weren't happy, I made it my personal job to show them how. I took on this responsibility with stubborn dedication. After all, who wouldn't want to be happy?
Whe I started dating, I had a couple of relationships with young men who were well-balanced, happy human beings--but the relationships didn't last. The powerful bad boys appealed to me. They weren't law breakers or really dangerous, but they were into adventuresome, outrageous things. Their freedom dazzled me.
This pattern prevailed in my first and second marriages. I just followed my husband and said okay or yes. When he put me down, I was sure he didn't really mean it. I would brush it off with a smile. I knew that, given time, I would make him happy. I kept at this goal for years, without realizing the awful cost to me. When alcohol entered the scene, it compounded the damage. I felt part of marriage was being a companion, so I drank to keep him happy.
We carried on in a civilized way. By the end of almost twenty years of "relaxing" evenings, my husband was well into the full-blown disease. I was also affected. After years of waking up in the morning with a tight knot in my stomach, remembering the ridiculous fights the night before, I was fearful and ashamed.
I'm not laying the responsibility for our downward spiral at his door. I was an adult, at least in years. But I didn't have the deadly gene that overrides the stop button for alcohol addiction. Its power escalates in hidden ways. It tricks your mind into feeling in control, just happier.
My favorite uncle spent most of his life in alcohol's grasp. He would show up sober after a five-year absence. It would last a short while. He would disappear again for a lengthy time, but not before turning us all upside down, as we tried to make some sense of his anger and hate.
I adored this man. He was wise, funny, and loving--but that part of him could vanish in a flash.
Alcohol pays no attention to love except to stomp on it. It killed my uncle as well as a talented niece of mine. The loss is real.
At home, the steady escalation of conflict was such that if I didn't take action we were both going down. My first search for help led me to a counselor specializing in the treatment of alcoholism. One of her recommendations was to find an Al-Anon meeting.
I was referred to a treatment facility for more information. The first step was to gather a few people who were important to my husband; then carefully craft a plan for an intervention.
We needed to be very clear on actual incidents and their impact on us and our family. We had to let him know that he was on the brink of losing us all, as well as destroying himself. I had never been so terrified--before or since. I had no idea what his reaction would be. I had never held a full-time job; the prospect of living alone was petrifying.
The big day arrived. We each said our piece. I blubbered through mine. He sat their quietly until we finished, then answered, "What do you want me to do?" At that point, our counselor stepped in. "Your family and friends want you to go in for a month of treatment." He agreed. My apprehension disappeared. He stayed the full time and never took another drink.
This sounds like the end and in a way it was. There are two very different aspects involved with those who drink to excess. With my husband, the physical act had ended but the emotional void was still there. It was at the base of the whole problem and still had the power to overriide the stop button. It is almost impossible to conquer without support.
In Al-Anon, as in A.A., we learn to "Let Go and Let God." It is slow and often uncomfortable. My husband could not take this step. Our life did go on and we found ways to stay together, and I'm glad we did. My sadness is knowing that we could have been so much more.
Over time, I made the vital shift from depending on keeping everyone happy--which was an impossible task anyway--to being the person I am, depending on God to guide my actions. This life-saving message is still my guide. The most valuable lesson I've learned is that I cannot change anyone but myself.
My husband has now passed on and I am living in a wonderfully supportive community. My Al-Anon books came with me--still as valid and valuable as ever.
In Features (pp. 14-15)
Cancelled wedding was a lesson in acceptance
By Lisa O., Georgia
It's been three years since I walked into my first Al-Anon meeting. At the time I had two alcoholics in my life. My father was--and still is--actively drinking and I was becoming serious about my boyfriend, who had two and a half years in A.A. My boyfriend kept telling me I should try Al-Anon. I'm so glad I finally listended.
The girl who walked into that first meeting was in search of a happiness that was just out of her reach. She was full of anger and very naive. Over the course of three years, I learned about the disease of alcoholism, but more importantly I learned a great deal about myself.
Slowly, I started forming relationships with the women in my group. I had always had a difficult time making friends, but somehow it was different with them. I felt they understood me and really wanted to be my friend. I tried to reciprocate and be a source of support for them. I was learning to reach out to people. I felt I coudl tell them almost anything and would never be judged.
Growing up with an alcoholic father had left many emotional scars. Only recently was I able to reach a point in my relationship with my father were I no longer feared and hated him. This was a huge step for me--a direct result of working the program.
This victory, however, was soon overshadowed by heartbreak. My fiance told me he wasn't in love with me anymore and didn't want to get married. We were four months away from the wedding date and many plans had already been made.
Shocked and saddened, I reached out to my Sponsor and another Al-Anon friend. With their love and support, I realized I needed to accept that I had been clinging to a very unhealthy relationship. Why was I willing to marry someone who had lied, manipulated, and verbally abused me on numerous occasions? What I came up with was one word, over and over: fear.
Al-Anon helped me to face everything and recover. These friends opened their arms to me. They became my saving grace. I knew I could trust them. I started on a new journey, one in which I am no longer willing to place my trust in people who'd shown me that they were untrustworthy. I do not want the fear of being alone to rule my life. I am learning to stand on my own two feet and not jump back into a relationship. I see love as a choice--not just a feeling.
Serenity is no longer out of reach. It's time for me now.