I'm back among the living
. I can't tell you all what your words have meant to me. I teared up at each and every post. It's almost a spiritual experience to read your comments and know how intertwined our lives are through this computer screen. The pain doesn't ever end, it lessens a little at times when our difficult child's are doing well and then it becomes devastating when they relapse.
I haven't heard from difficult child since yesterday morning when I texted her to tell her I knew ahe was drinking and using and that I couldn't believe she would allow me to take her shopping and buy her all those things for her apartment knowing we believed she was sober and following the program. I know she is drinking constantly and brags about being f'd up all the time.
I have taken what everyone has said and I am trying my hardest to follow your advice. I am putting this in a box and release it out there where it can't hurt me. I've intentionally pushed thoughts out of my head of what was and what could be and what isn't, I can't let myself go there, it's too dark a place. I know I deserve to have a good life and I'm going to do the best I can to make the most of that. I grew up in an alcoholic home and use to wonder what I did to deserve to live with that chaos and vowed never to allow that to affect my life once I left, and here I am right back into it. So I ask my higher power wasn't once good enough, I have to live this twice?
And I will never give up hope, I will to my dying day hope that difficult child gets sober and stays sober. But I am not going to live my life waiting for that to happen. I have slowly over the past year separated myself from her life, detached I guess, accepting that things will never be the way I hoped and dreamed they would, and somehow putting the pain further and further away. I use to not be able to go out to dinner with husband without crying. husband and I have a favorite little neighborhood restaurant we often go to and we sit at the bar and eat and chat with peope who have been coming there for years. I swear the bartenders think I'm a flake because there was a time when I just cried through my entire meal. But I don't do that anymore.
I suppose relapsing as many times as she has, has hardened me a bit, makes it a little easier each time. The hard part will be when she hits bottom again and reaches out for help. I'm not sure there is any more help I can give. But I will keep hoping and praying. I told husband yesterday that the hardest thing for me is to accept that she doesn't want to live her life the way we do, she has very different standards for herself. I see how she lives, where she lives, and it's what I worked my butt off to get away from, but she is content and so I have to stop thinking she needs me to rescue her, she likes living this way.
So again, thank you all for your kind and loving words. I cherish them all.
Nancy